poem: invader of peace

by  ANNA.MAREK

This little illness of mine

Is all seductive sediment

All boxing ring neurons

All repair and repay

This little illness of mind

Is standing still star

No longer do I pulsate

Or penetrate.

I tinkle, meddle, potter and play

Smoke a little more to make the day go away

One day one day my heart will break

Lonely for no one.

The trees outside my window know the secret of living

 so does the sea.

What do I say to New Year’s Eve?

Do you bring sweet snow sweeping or will I have to hold on to all this violence?