Soft tears

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 …