The Blue Flower of Hatred

I am trapped amid fading tears,

I am begging you

for one green morning

that will give me a smile

instead of silence.

I am in love with your dreams,

I adore faith in insane loneliness.

Wanting to follow

a separate path, I knocked on

the wrong window.

I was deprived of soft, comfortable words.

I gaze greedily at your melancholy,

which needs no rest,

no crying for tears.

I am dying in your disobedient breath

again, I am demanding a life

again that will give shadows

instead of light.

It's time to wake up

at the wrong second,

it's time to break into the heart

of the impostor who nurtures

the blue flower of hatred.