Blight

I made a big mistake –

let things roll their way.

Rolling till the end of my reality.

Stop in the valley of insanity.

And I don’t want to remember, but

I neither forget. I only feel my mind in debt

to something that is not yet.

What else would you like to take?

If I still have a life left to live,

could we make it feel like a myth?

I see, you take my spirit.

                                                    April 2014

by Tomasz Wieja