Gencay

My Piero'm

It has been raining continuously for two days,
On such days, as soon as I get back from work, I go to my room, smoke a few cigarettes and go to bed immediately. I neither find the strength to read a book nor the appetite to eat. I am not talking about sleeping, no, of going under the blanket and watching my thoughts for hours and those long dreams I had, impossible to come true. I am hungry but I cannot eat, I wonder but I cannot read, I just dream and think. Countries where we were not, impossible seas, impossible greens, and tales, stories and events that never existed anywhere, I imagine that I left this life for a moment, maybe even never existed in this life, I always live there, in the lands of my dreams. But the sounds of rain and wind, cars and people coming from the outside suddenly pull me out of my peaceful and happy land and throw me like a garbage into this despicable land where I am unhappy and unhappy, as if your place is not palaces, heavens, places of peace and happiness., four-walled dungeon with this blanket under which you lie! they say. Where you have to work, eat, drink, sleep, wake up even more painful, one day you must die, lonely, restless, bored, overwhelmed, this is the place you don't like! they say. This despicable place of wars, blood, sickness, pain, suffering, separation, rape, injustice and tears, you deserve! they say...
Maybe I'll make it like that... What is the fault of rain and wind?
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  • Varsha MVarsha M (9/16/2020 12:54:00 AM)

    Very good words. But I'll add that even though it looks worthless a little meaning to it changes the whole scenario. A service to poor, love and care to dear ones makes us to crave to live more to do more. Just a thought.

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