All quiet inside

Olga Tsvetkova Poetry: The healing power of art

All is quiet inside
No more dreaming of you
Or anybody else

Nothing to do besides
Thoroughly sketching through
Memories in past tense,

Strolling just to forget
How dearly I loved you
Shortly after we met.

Doesn’t matter how you are
What you do or what you dream
You’re no more my guiding star
Although you so often seemed

Not a dream with you I see,
You think better if I did?
Pregnant do I want to be
Or finally get a grip?

Live with motto “come what may”?
Only in the here and now.
People outside they decay,
People live like that but how?

Spending recklessly last cent
For hot water and a beer
Suppressing one good meal’s scent
And thought “Not again! All clear!”

Wild flowers that I picked,
Put in water just in case
I would want to fool and trick
Myself in an endless chase


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