Written by: Kassandra Veress
breathing slowly in and out,
your heart pounds to its own rhythm.
if you have questions full of doubt,
look out for the sinking schism.
the growing lump inside your throat
tells «you’ve got to leave your heath.
creep along the deadly moat,
when anger crawls between your teeth»
you try and try; you lastly fail.
words shoot like arrows from your lips.
you wait a song of nightingale,
but you can’t hear the worlds’ eclipse.