If people were as quick to hear
As they are quick to judge…
You would be back to kill my fear
By your outrageous touch.
The swing is empty, all is quiet,
I broke the TV-screen:
She was a mess, but she was right –
This world deserves a sin.
For goodness’ sake! Can I survive?
Am I allowed to live?
Or should I drown each time I dive
To save them from the peeve?
Another alley to go blind,
Another road to cross…
I am too tired to rewind –
I knew a bigger loss.
Should I behave as if you came
To save me from that hell?
Can our earth survive good fame
To end this story well?
Well, it was me who killed your fear
By my outrageous touch.
And people? They are yet to hear
The findings of their Judge.
Philologist/translator by profession, writer/journalist by choice. Knows how to stage a drama play, to choose the right words for song lyrics and to publish poems in the international almanacs. Author of a historical novel “Sophia and Cassius” and a vice-editor-in chief of two art/culture magazines in Poland.