Thursday, October 18, 2018

Poem: Untitled by Natasa Nikolic

by Natasa Nikolic

You only live in the lines
I write, from the hollow space
I have nothing to hide,
Nothing to touch

In this, abyss of darkness,
Impossible to fall
Reaching out, I scream
But only disquiet follows

As if for the last time, I exhale
Trembling, walk onto the stage
Vibrations are alarming
Having to move, to dance

A deep current, racing
through the muscles
Wrestling only to find
Your gilded tongue and c(h)ord

With the clanking I’ll prevail
Soon all sounds will perish
Keep the notes, keep all the words
Wheezing visions inside my eyes

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