How dark it is in this house
Even not a little candle in the window
No one is waiting for anyone
Who will never come back from a war
Maybe someone is crying in this darkness
Dying alone from the loneliness
Without a light at the end of the way
Or hope that everything will be better
And maybe his soul the darkness has also covered
Like dust inside of the empty house
In which no one lives anymore
Becouse he will need too much
Effort and his own work to put into
Keeping such big living space
Or maybe in this house someone
In the most normal way is just sleeping
And waiting for someone else to knock
And put the darkness away
//Marfir//2018//
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PoetryWelcome, dear Reader! If you're reading this, that means, you are standing in front of the door. These door lead to another world. To my own world. Here you'll see, okay, be realistic, you'll read (at least I hope so) my point of view of the world...
