ONLY A SIGH.
I hear my name that’s calling from my soul
the passport for my fate and fortunes
the tendency of my fate, to set me free
and of the fortunes to set a fire.
Those have been my teachers, stern and wild
of passion led of morbid zeal, minuteness,
each breath of emotion painfully sensitive
fretting of unhealed wounds
of somewhat that was broken.
My conscience may find it hard
to strike the inscrutable balance
on the dreary path of an enemy
that although finally would show
a new life of affection and sympathy.
Still there is the high but ruined wall
of power, of evil, of false believers
that would win over the weak ones,
doomed and condemned they are,
without values, and without their God.
The decision once made for my fortune
a glow of passion and desire
a flickering brightness of my fate
that rested over my closed eyes,
just escaped from the dungeon of my heart
realizing, that it is:
Only a sigh between life and death.
23rd of April 2016