28.05.2022Poetry
Once I wanted to be a pioneer
with fists of iron
and glowing words
I longed for
the burning south
of wild hearts
I made it out of any maze
with pride and
parades of new hope
Until my arrogance
was shattered
by unwept tears
Sorrow bends me now
and nobody is coming
to save me from my own despair
No heaven
only the quiet
firmament