I know, my darling poet, how you bleed A gushing wound of bloodied metered rhyme And yet this gash is what us humans need To deal with life possessed by pain and time I know the ache and tears that haunt your soul The broken heart you carry in your chest I know that all you wish is to be whole A modicum of joy from life to wrest But, ah, the only treatment left for you Is like a humor doctor t’bleed your thoughts And for the briefest moment, you are new Until the fragile thread of wellness rots Accept your fate, my dearest poet friend For with your illness you can heal the ill And with your literary blood on lend You might restore another’s broken will Viktoria Nikola
Tag: Russian-American writer
God’s Art
Impervious, impregnable, unnerving Undoubtedly the best in all of me Unnecessarily I wished to be But here I am, the life within still churning It’s burning, aching, trembling, weeping Like someone said “I love you,” then “goodbye” And even worse, the light it held is seeping Through every cleft created with each sigh It dies with daylight, then resurrected A trick it learned drinking dreamless nights alone Or rather drunk on darkness as expected By universal laws of “reap and sow” Impervious, impregnable, unnerving Involuntarily I’m cast a diamond heart But underneath the stone, I’m bleeding, hurting I’m guessing God perceives this as his art Viktoria Nikola