If it’s true…
Category: Excerpts
A boy from nowhere
He wants to go back home,
but there’s no one at home.
There’s no place
for him in this world.
© W. Donovan
Cannot
You keep telling me
but I can only hear a rustle.
What does it actually mean?
It’s too fast
to love you yet.
Somehow I cannot feel it.
© W. Donovan
That feeling
I buried
the medallion
which you gave me
which was precious
In that place
where we sat together
your hand held mine
And you told me
that you loved me
© W. Donovan
Nameless
nowhere
Again
I’m sitting on the floor again
I look out the window
It’s raining again
I’m sitting on the floor
I look at the time
I’m waiting for you again
© W. Donovan
Trapped
I’ve lost my mind
Have I lost my mind
or it’s really you?
You sneak behind me
you follow me
you haunt me
not only in a dream
I’ve lost my mind
I see you everywhere
© W. Donovan
letters: Father
You’ve never been in my life, so don’t expect me to suddenly want you to be here.
© W. Donovan
Tell me again what you are for me, and I’ll open this book in which there’s no word about you.
Forgive me, but I don’t feel that I’m losing something.
Painted Poems 