Katina Gjinoska (Macedonia)
Katina Gjinoska (Macedonia)
“Maaaa…aaa!”1
Slaying my soul, conquer my mind.
What someone was, what someone will be
Past life recognize it.
Coming back from the unrevealed past
It is everywhere in the same time just here
Like a drop from a sweating face falling down
Getting smaller and smaller and crashed never, ever.
“I wait for my hand to die.”2
It is all about that, but nothing about that
Sounding, reverberating as a ghost in an empty box.
Burning as never kissed lips, untouched hand, vanished wish,
Crawling out of the mother cradle, walking toward the father earth.
Like an anguish in the middle of nothing
Going and torturing, mile by thoughts, thoughts by infinity.
Voiceless voice for you and me
I hear it, but you don’t.
Loud spine-chilling silence
Shivers are walking on my bones as soldiers in march.
Mute voice is speaking to me.
Never stop to feel, never stop to wish, never stop to heal.
Badness embrace badness no place for goodness.
Incurable past will search for a cure in a new life.
Something! Because! Then!
The silence be the answer, be the blanket, be the food, be the life.
Wordless words upon the wall
Unspeakable speech upon the throne.
Tired soul never gets old,
always in between other words
Appearing as voice.
I have heart them both
No tomorrow in yesterday, no future in the past.
Covering as white fog upon the world,
Can you see my finger between them all?
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