A new poem


I try to find myself

but I lose

I try to hide myself

but I bruise

So easily, so easily

after you

Romance is dead

but I’m alive

I look around

without a glance

Oh yes, I try to go through

But I lose

and I bruise

so easily after you

I read the pages of yesterday

and long to relive my memories

What should I do?

I’m still not free of you.

Natalie Gorna