Ilire Zajmi – Two poems
All day long
I stare at people walking by
I drink bitter coffee, smoke cheap cigarettes
In front and behind my back I don’t see anyone
I flirt with men that I don’t like
Tell jokes and don’t laugh
Write poems in the moonlight
And rip them under sunlight
Given promises in the morning
In the evening I forget
I walk away from life and she taunts me
I’m frightened from forgetfulness
More than I do from the fire
And I feel lonely
As a wounded beast in the cage
Will I be completely
Dead when I die?
This is the end my friend
The end of the dream of sunrise
This is the end of the story
That hasn’t begun yet
This is the end of temptation
Of insipid seen
This is the end of failure
Nights without witnesses
This is the end of erotic
Delayed kisses
This is the end of the love
That is not born yet
This is end my friend
The endless end of life – death
And you are still waiting opened eyes
The end of the game.
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