Each day the world turns
faster and faster
Tempest wind unforgivingly
rips the trees
out of parched earth,
sweeps all in its path
Weather brings
electric storms
drowning rain
Leaves wounded victims
in despair
———
I move from place to place
from one dwelling to another
Each time part of my heart
gets torn into pieces
It has been a long journey
tumultuous, testing at times
Alike deep dark abyss
clutching phantom dream
———
Voices,
I resent some voices
they are wicked,
loud, distressful
false hearted –
penetrating through walls
Spiralling burdens,
demands of entitlement
———
Into this small space I retire
but even here
salvation is silent
It carves a scar into your soul
———
It’s the end of february
From the window
I try to embrace
last summer days,
blending into distance
Searching, wondering,
if you still reside by the sea
Are you keeping well ?
———
Today,
sky is dark
shedding soft tears
As the world turns,
each day, each month,
each year
I miss you more and more
My dear heart …
(C) Dinka Bednjacic
February, 2020 …