Make your life a poem.
She’s in a cage
in a safe place
away from the world
away from fear
away from everybody.
She’s in a cage
where she can live
the way she wants
Where she can live
away from mistakes.
She lives in a cage
which is a trap
of being lonely
of staying neutral
of feeling safe.
She’s trapped in a cage
How can she go forward
when she cannot breathe
How can she fly when
she cannot spread the wings
Why should she sing
when nobody listens?
In the cage.
© W. Donovan
Only for a moment
It’s fading away
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
Please hide me
I’d like you to come here
and sat on the bench next to me, with me.
I’d like to have a chat with you
even though we’ve never honestly talked.
I’d like to watch the sea waves with you
even though we’ve never done it before.
I’d like to laugh out loud with you,
even though we’ve never laughed together.
I just want to be with you, next to you
even though we’ve never really been with each other.
© W. Donovan
I have everything
the air that gives me a breath
water that gives me life.
I have everything
I see the world with my own eyes
can touch it, can feel it.
I have everything
can go wherever I want on foot
can create whatever I want in my mind.
I have everything.
So why do I feel this constant sadness?
I wander like a ghost in the alleys of my life
keep a shrill cold in my heart
cannot feel the warmth of its touch
cannot see the love it wants to give me
cannot hear its joyous laughter.
I see the world with my own eyes
can touch it, can feel its pain.
Do I want it to fade away?
© W. Donovan
Swim down to the deep.
Down, down, down into the deep.
I’m drowning…
The quote comes from a movie called My name is Emily
Street lamps brighten her path
Birds’ singing fill her ears
The trees are her companion.
She’s standing here now, deserted streets.
And only the wind brings old whispers.
She sees a girl waving at the window.
Only wind, wind, wind
brushes her hair aside
Only wind, wind, wind
whispers tender words in her ear
Only wind, wind, wind
touches the palm of her hand.
Empty streets and empty gardens
Lost in the space of emptiness
Overwhelmed by nothingness, meaningless
Alone in the midst of a row of benches
Where only the flowers seem to be alive.
The sudden clatter of the train gives her hope.
Only wind, wind, wind
imitates a kiss on her lips.
Only wind, wind, wind
covers her shoulders like a coat.
Only wind, wind, wind
evokes a feeling of huge emptiness.
© W. Donovan
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