Living Mess
written by: Tamar Gvelesiani
@Tako165
In the still of the night, you see the flickering lights,
rainy roads give some hope,
walking mass, silence is in progress,
raindrops are hitting the roofs,
you start to move, asking: Who will be next?
Empty streets, cars on the path, yard-keeper takes the dust,
looking at the clock, hurries up at home,
time passes by so fast.
Watch! The moonlight sunrise starts.
I started to paint, to rhyme, to wait,
unknown face, abandoned place, unfinished lines,
on my paper with my fingers slowly falling in love,
broken glasses of red wine,
the last drops wettened my hand, my pen,
powering my stainless emptiness.
You are still asking me what to do next.
Being drunk I feel so intensively touched,
my cigar incinerating in my fingers,
my shivery lips, blowing ashes,
eyes narrowed, just look down,
avoid seeing these nasty surroundings.
That’s the inner universe that tends to feel alone
without showing sorrow,
screaming and mixing with a living mess, that’s my selfishness,
my inflammatory mess shows life in colorful stress.
That’s my hellish rearrange, my solely atmospheric change
with so many roads, crossings, and bridges meant together.
You choose the empty one,
no steps, no rush, not even dust is seen,
miles away you just hear humans living a daily life
with such a miserable fight…
You choose the way to empty all the dust
and the universe harm.
My thoughts go so far away,
I can see the iron gates having lost the old fame,
I can feel that smell of hope,
the smell of old wooden houses,
once standing proud, now is melted away.
That day airplane was landing and
I was hardly seen in my wooden grave,
my ashes took a distant trip with the river flow
and that frozen mess below.
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