POETRY
Global DIANA ŠINAUSKA
There is nowhere to hide I will grow old Between the shadow and the soul. My mind may be decaying And straying from reality. I close my eyes and imagine everything’s okay But it isn’t I don’t understand a thing. The wind creeps around me like the ghost of a thief. Perhaps it’s many ghosts - Howling, begging to be seen, heard, noticed. Its gentle violence shakes the bare branches Rattling them like bones. A single breeze, a single breath. The dreary, thin air is getting to me, Making me think. I’m faced with dark, desolate days And there’s no time. There’s mainly darkness, or dim light But mostly just doom, I could swear I heard someone call my name, I feel hope rising up and there’s - Nothing, no one. How foolish it is to hope, how human.
