Persuaded myself -
not to hold on leash chocking me anger.
I let it go free, like a slave
during blooming time of emancipation.
He was forlorn staying inside,
making my ideas – burn midnight oil,
burn to the holes in sensing,
glued deadly to the brain,
surrounding.
Couldn’t see clearly straight ahead –
just a blurry obstacles of upcoming rage,
pithy impulses of devilish notions
through the prism of decaying smile.
I killed my timidity
without a reason to blame thereafter.
The mass of the resentment
suppressed heart
to the size of tiny pebble,
as making black hole from a giant star –
it immersed itself, it was still tepid
the same way as the stone could be
by inheriting strokes of sun-drenched air.
I am a bluffer –
I used the energy
of the relinquished self-disappointment
to make a peace
with the river of life
and now –
the emptiness is not a vacuum,
but growing quickly, like cancer cells,
silence –
as big, as traces of virtual journey
to the world of untold words.
My shadow hangs loose with me -
to read my moves
and write dark impression
on the events’ waiting list
in the column – predictability.
By being free – the fury,
like a steam,
that moves wheels of locomotive,
humidifies the atmosphere,
yearning to become one day
a stormy cloud,
carrying its justice in droplets
in the name of
unconditional truth.

September 2, 2008