The emptiness within my mind
Is death inside my heart,
With no golden cage, no precious gems—
just silence folding round itself,
no escape, no hope,
Only absence holding tight.
Exhausted and devoid of feeling,
I lay upon the cold earth,
strewn with withered leaves,
fallen flowers,
and shards of abandoned dreams.
Weeping,
I heard the intense sound
of my tears falling
on leaves shriveled
by the cold wind of night.
Nothing remained
around you,
around me,
But only the vague memory
of those anguishes
that oppressed me
and never ceased
to pursue me.
I no longer held
any desire to desire,
nor to keep
anything within my heart.
My heart had ceased
to be a chest
of my wishes and whims.
It was merely
an empty chest,
emptied by the fury
and storms
that swept over me
In my wretched existence.
Not even the stars
sparkled in the sky
above my dwelling.
The heavens refused
to shine for me.
Yet they had forsaken me
to my fate,
where no hope remained,
nor even a small flame
to bring me back to life.
Whispers and murmurs
came to me
In the form of a misty breeze,
laden with elegies
and funeral hymns.
Despair and anguish
were gifts bestowed upon me,
like dazzling joys
that in truth did not shine at all,
But bound me fast
In a realm of cruelty,
wickedness,
and mercilessness.
Helpless and fragile,
like the petals of a well-bloomed flower,
I could not withstand
such impetuousness and violence of events,
so hostile to me—
like endless storms at sea
whose fury knows no end.
The emptiness within my mind
had become a spirit that subdued me,
against which I could no longer resist.
At last, I became part
of the abyss of oblivion,
And there I remained for eternity,
wandering like a cloud
In a stormy, winter night.
Lisa
