I Am Gone Poem by Vida Nenadic

Because I do not like to stand in front of the door without a key,
because I have no son named after you,
because I often fall asleep in the arms of pillow
and because I am sick of this life.

Because what really matters to me are freedom and water only,
because I am not afraid to continue searching for a meaning,
nor to admit that in this time of storm
for me the only purpose
is writing poetry.

So long and often, even till down,
I am looking trough windows
until I am gone
to my unwritten poem.


Vida Nenadic