Poezja

Like swapping your face for 
a tormentor. Stop the rains. 
I am going home, after 
a hard choice of peace 
 
in sunlight. Give me back my 
memory. I want to take a 
flight. Scanning the midnight 
sun on blue lake. 
 
Stairs are climbing on me. 
Stay with me. I am falling 
on your purple doves 
eating blood oranges. 
 
I am sad inside the stitched 
eye. Clouds are breaking the 
light. I will not come 
for therapy from lies.