throe – tanka suite

the dry salty crust
wrapping the cocoon of pain,
cracking here and there,
is of no use when it comes
to facing inner demons…
midnight illusions
feeding on my loneliness
dance in candlelight,
hiding in the soft music
of incense smoke ascending…
and i lose myself
in the world of “if only”,
praying for lightning
and hoping that by sunrise
i will have cried one tear less…

© Liliana Negoi

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