The sky is burning

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

The sky is burning

Kasia Dominik

The sky is burning 

In the morgue of helplessness 

walls of fog, 

in endless space 

drops of deeds are eyes without pupils. 

Darkness envelops the clarity of vision, 

a mirror without a face confuses day with night. 

Shadows without shape lie in the twilight 

entangled in the silent paralysis of the throat. . 

A raised hand touching nothing. 

A voice - a helpless hiss, 

a muscle pulse bites with venom 

to - and from - a relative. . 

Time stopped, a merciless machine, 

far beyond the horizon 

light without heat, a landscape of non-existence. 

Rays of the sun stumps, a black dawn, 

paresis rooted in the brain.  

A world beyond reach, a spiral of paranoia, 

buried thought, naked impotence. 

The absent call, the cry without an echo.

In the abyss of being, the non-existent God.

Kasia Dominik

(Poland)

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh