I AM TIGHTENED BY CHAINS OF SILENCE.. Rabija Hamidović Zvornik

 

My home is a dead end,
I am a wanderer of the night, I fly under the seventh heaven, the moonlight, a guide to your heart
I live with you in our songs,
I shed every song with tears

I walk down the gray street, book in hand,
all this will pass once and be yesterday,
our poem will remain unhappy couples.
It was worth it, to be a part of you, it was worth it, to kiss your lips, no, I let myself not for a second, I would love you again, when I would meet you. Only once does the heart love!

He said to me: I am leaving.
I'll get back to you when I want you!
I told you: Go!
And the lump in my throat still stands today, I'm drowning in cherry juice. Why do we live in songs, why aren't we together in life?

Chains tighten around my waist in the silence of the room,
the links grew longer and longer, months and years passed.
Life is suffocating me without you, I have untied my silver hair like in night fairies, they are waiting for your long fingers, to ruffle them for the last time, before going to bed.

Once I'm not in the gray street, my book with your picture on the bench will remain.
When you want me, read our poems, I will walk you through the seventh heaven to our room, I will kiss you, for the last time for good night.
You will say: It was worth kissing the poet's lips.

Author - Rabija Hamidović Zvornik 29/11/2020
Bosnia and Herzegovina