Our Stray Glances

There is the night, but no stairs. There is the heart, but no hate. There is blood, a great deal of blood, but tired sleep has no strength to continue this journey into the unknown. Our stray glances pass, thoughts that are not worth playing with go away. Loneliness burns in our bodies, the flame is cooler than the hands someone abandoned at the introduction to an orphaned morning. Let us not pretend that silence makes an impression on us, that pain still remains mismatched with the present. It is raining, black drops splashing against a solemn conscience. The sun tries to hide behind the shadow of night, your God paints paradise on the wall, on the wall built by undervalued fear. Modern hatred lacks a few dreams to make it proud of its own thoughts. Give me at least one breath, give me the fear that gets through to the other side of hell. Sadly, our death is still queued up in purgatory. Unfortunately, our desires will not live to see humanity.

KatarzynaKoziorowska

My name is Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska, I am thirty-three years old and I live in Poland (Olsztyn). I am mainly interested in music and poetry. Rock sounds are my source of inspiration. I have published several books, but they are written in Polish,...

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