Jan Jelenc

I would't want to describe it
I can even barely explain it to myself
though time passes mosty I don't even notice it
that probably being under my doing
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Ache and break
the pain and stain
joy and lust
I long for all of the above
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Painted black on the canvis
black as the eyes of the people whom I walk by
day and day
form dusk til dawn,
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What will I do
as a man who seeks without knowing
gaze glancing upon fields ahead
thoughts running from past to future and on..
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On the page behold
rains the emptiness of my words
a poets sucide
his dimise is shown
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once,
because you feed my soul
as a desert quenched by the first drops of rain
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I am not pawn nor shepard
clearness of mind I do not seek
but redemption is what im asking thé
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I never thought to write about your doing
nor, do I want to revisit the pain
but in act of letting go
I muss confess
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peace of mind

a state sublime
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even tho you never said goodbye
the unspoken words slit my vains
and the silence shrivered my spine
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on the ledge of the window I lean

as the first sip of coffee burns my lips
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Blues sang
wine drunk
sitting here
another one with a heart too lonesome
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Buried myself today

a ghost of past, someone of whom existence is fading
with time, realizing It's for the best
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