Untitled
Lifeless I fall into bed
Exhausted from today's battles
Again not to taste victory
Only the salt of my own tears
What good I know can not be reached
Unattainable in my lifetime
It only blows in and violently stirs itself around me
Then returns to the ocean home
The absence of your warmth
Hurts most when needed
A pain I can no longer tolerate
Stronger without
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Untitled | 0 | 06/13/2016 |
| Wed | 0 | 06/13/2016 |
| Friend of my Soul | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| Home | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Abschied | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Mine | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| random thought | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| What We Do | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| 2 of you | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| 41009 | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| What You Do | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| 42209 | 1 | 04/30/2009 |
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