Rendezvous with Mrs.Solitude

Indifference, what a terrible misfortune,
even written down is horrible.
Somewhere, at the edge of existence,
Arrrgh! - with a heavy sigh the soul replies,
because life doesn't unfold its meaning,
the trap, that always welcomes me
and keeps me spinning.

Here I am! flirting again with my desperation,
that's surreptitiously hidden in my drink -
I downed it with an easy motion.

So I tryed to escape from Mrs.Solitude,
but she found me. Again!
Put her bony hands over my shoulder,
and asked me, with her paralytic smile:
- What's up?

And so, the four horsemen of my brain’s-eclipse
replied, one by one:
- (War) I want to forget the knowledge,
and nip reasoning in the bud.
- (Injustice) I want to find pleasure
in the poorness of my spirit
- (Death) I want to be blessed, as promised
by the well-known script
- (Conquest) I want to be exiled, ousted, back
to the soft wombs of infancy.

Peace should find me tomorrow morning,
when the breeze of fresh air
will cry for awakening...

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