Alone

How sad to perish in the midst of sighs,

To wander in search of the missing soul,

To throw evil punches expecting hate to rise,

To feel like a dead man floating in the shoal!

The mountain filled with rage demands to be adored

When the storm begins furious in the summer!

The sinner kneels to pray knowing he’s ignored

When the sky is in flames, covering your armor

How sad to see your hands tremble by hatred,

To drown in tears and false disbelieves,

To plunge in darkness and fear yourself naked

And covering your shame with the first fig leaves!

To lose everything like that broken willow,

That adorned the streets for several decades!

You merely need a heart to open a window

And step upon those streets the flag of the new crusades

And from a fog, in a battlefield
Prometheus stood still among gods strife
He raised a thousands stones and a thousands more he'll raise
But the heaviest stone was raised only by life

A stone that holds the scales in a thread
The stone of hope, never found in man
Vainly we search under the falling stars shade
When fire is quenched we'll be alone again

Poetry by Hervis Nakuci