Poezja

I think aloud about   
the direction fate   
will take us, my love,   
because this world   
hurts me far too much.   
    
The response of fight   
gives way to flight   
as the farce of my dream state   
comes to a sudden crashing halt.   
    
I crumple like a piece of paper   
with the ink of an unknown poem   
face to face with a thin line   
where old friends and brothers   
look back, but do not flinch.   
    
How long till I´m deleted?   
Each entry of my name   
meticulously erased   
until, not even I   
can recognize   
my own thousand yard stare.   
  
-   
    
Run!   
The voice biting at the back of my neck   
beckons, in desperation   
    
                        to the mountains   
                        where conquistadors   
                        stand frozen in time   
    
                        to the deep heart of Africa   
                        where silence resonates   
                        in the empty savannah   
    
                        to the tip of the old world   
                        where I jump into an ocean   
                        with no water   
    
with you, the one I love.