don't want no knives no more.
i want one single flower for my suit...
i feel like i am old and wounded,
like i was carrying the One Ring
for too long. and now i have to go.
is there a ship awaiting me
in Mithlond? really doubt it.
not welcomed anywhere,
allowed to stay out of kindness though.
have to hold on to that one miracle
as i see none besides it.
i'm blind, deluded, scared.
drowning in the bermuda of my thoughts
i am my own Devil yet again
i draw the Tower yet again
it was supposed to be all warm and clear -
just like the weather lady said
yet i am dying. suffocating. gasping
engulfed by a bittersweet fata morgana
while holding to this letter that i wrote
oh my
i still can't bring myself
to toss it.
The bittersweet fata morgana
© Copyright: Женя Парсли, 2017
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