Farewell Letter

Everything that until recently

was just an unfinished farewell letter

dries up in me.

Everything that used to be

a resurrected dream, the new face

of the universe, is fading away

in me.

I am hiding among forbidden forests,

among meadows

where someone has taken all the flowers,

all childhood memories.

Don't play lies,

it's high time to break away

from hatred, with the white tears

of your empty conscience.

Let us not play on the night

when the last red star

of this age, the star of our blood,

awaits us.

I avoid the weight of your words,

your immature confessions.

I would like to cross the thin line

between contempt and humanity,

but my dreams are stuck

in the queue for fresh memory,

fresh past.