Helpless Between 2 Fires Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

the flames breathe to breathe in
a heart made of stone to turn it into dust

and sitting alone squatted by the wave
no water could steal a drop of your dream
no touch of salt in a long distance thought
stealing a grain of call
could measure the last atom of air

and walking alone into the corridors
of light and shade long forgotten sights
lie and despair of a single end
taken into tears broken within an untrodden path