Your Private Fantasy

My love knows no words

that could become your private fantasy,

a phantom without words.

The evil that sleeps in the depths

of your heart will never become

your photo, a picture painted by

a poor painter.

Against silence, despite immortality,

we will find times when life was

available to everyone.

I am immersed in your heart,

I am lounging in your dreams,

I am plunging into passionate repentance,

even though I have not sinned.

My tree has taken root

in your expired dream, in the breath

I lent you.

Bring me such pain that will cause

a gullible light to cry silently.

I believe that we will regain the time

that has become a provocation

for the lost.

Reviews

[Nebula]

Amazing writing

I like your poem

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you!