In bliss and hatred I see your face every time I close my eyes.

Toned skin and dark eyes
drove me away from paradise,
and I'm falling into deep slumber,
into love, into murderous thunder.

A trance, a shallow figure takes over my mind
when I think of you from time to time.
This is no way to live, so lonely and cold,
bothered by limitless void.

Have I not felt this agony for too many infinities?

And there you go,
enjoying every moment of life,
taking deep breaths,
dreaming of real possibilities,
until you move on to the next.

And here I go,
enjoying every moment of life
when I'm with you,
chocking on my breath
and writing about death
for all what is left.

Perhaps my feelings will get lost in the process of losing myself into the void of your past love.

By Ilayda L. Sertel