In that moment
I felt that
there is a piece
a piece of me
which I’ve missed
which cannot be found.
By me
by you
by anybody.
A piece that was lost
many years ago
amid desert’s sands
of our relationship.

© W. Donovan

To waste

I wasted so many mornings
only lying in bed.
You wasted so much time
trying to show me the beauty
I didn’t want to see.
You were always there
waiting for me
wanting me to start living.
I wasted so many mornings.
Don’t ask me why
I was blind.
Don’t ask my why
I was deaf.
When I finally woke
I hoped everything would change.
It was too late, though
you weren’t there any longer
waiting to show me the world.
Now you’re telling me
to go back where I was.
Now you’re threatening me
to show me the ugliness
I don’t want to see.
Now you’re asking me
to waste every morning.

© W. Donovan

Kill me [VIII]

Please kill me
you won’t regret anything
but dead bodies.
Please let me go
for I wouldn’t like to see
disappointment in your eyes.
You cannot control it
and I don’t know either
when it will come after me.
Do you hate me so much?
that you make me look at all this?
You know you have to kill me
before I kill you
so that I could finally forget.
Please let me
Let yourself forget me
Please kill me

© W. Donovan


I’m not here to make a change
neither to speak up.
I stand in a row
do what I’ve been told.
I’m not here to explain
neither to give lessons.
I follow the crowd
do what I’m expected.
I’m not here to tell you what to do
neither to judge your mistakes.
I’m a grain of sand
nobody will notice me.
I’m not here.
I’m here to speak my truth
compose every piece.
I’m here to express my feelings
show the pain in every word.
I’m here to voice my thoughts
hidden between verses.
I’m here
I’m not here though.

© W. Donovan


Hold my hand
and I’ll tell you
what is in my soul.

Give me a hug
and you’ll become
the only one
I can think of.

Lie down with me
on the ground
firm like a glass
you cannot see through
it’s inscrutable.

Hold my hand
while I won’t hold yours
flow beneath the surface
only thinking of it
when you give me everything
I give you nothing.

© W. Donovan


In the centre of space, lost
in noisy narrow streets
Escapes with the cool wind
strokes an icy stream of water
Only to get lost
in massive iron construction
Falls under the wheels of speeding cars
brought to the limit of endurance
overwhelmed by concrete blocks
At the same time, it stops and admires
In the comfort of the trees
catches the first breath of life
Slowly emerging, crossing the border
to see what he couldn’t see
feel what he didn’t feel
hear what he was deaf to
Circled like a falcon, grabbing every detail
Swirled in the midst of infinite beauty

© W. Donovan

Dears, this poem features in my second volume of poems which is out next week!


I’ve been so sad today.
Don’t know how to change it.
Please, tell me
how to cure my soul
to stop feeling the sadness
so deep
it turns into nothingness.
I’m not sure if you…
if you could change
Rip my melancholic heart
out of my chest.
Would I be happy
if I saw you
swirling around tables
whispering magic words.
Not when my eyes bleed
with sadness
staining my emerald dress.
You wouldn’t change anything.
Please, let go of my hand.
I’ve been so sad tonight.

© W. Donovan

He asks me…

He asks me whether his life makes sense
when he cannot walk
when he doesn’t have strength.
I ask whether my life makes sense
when I don’t want it
when I feel empty.
Though I have strength
though I can walk.

© W. Donovan