False hopes translated by Ann Wood
I put false hopes in my pocket.I pull the zipper to save them…
I can't escape from myself...
But with my head held high, I will carry on…
My heart is ashes from a crane...
Which I can't turn off...
But I'm going anyway... I have to deal with it...
There is an open door in front of me...
And it's quiet there... Somehow calm...
And we are together with my loneliness...
Better forward and dignified...
There is no going back now.
Author: Ani Zaharieva
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-08-27 at 10:58
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