Nadine Glink
these nights offer five hours of darkness
FIVE HOURS O´ DARKNESS…
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
I WAS UP ALL NIGHT JUST TO FIGURE THAT OUT
TO SEE SHADOWS OF WHATS GONE
I LET THEM FENCE ME IN
THEY NEVER SPOKE A WORD OF THEIR NEW LIFE
BUT I GUESS, IT’S COLDER THERE
CAN ONE SEE THE SUN IN BETWEEN SPHERES?
THEY WRAPPED ME UP IN COLD
LIGHT SPARKLES BELOW AND ABOVE
AND EVEN TO MY SIDES
I never knew a thing about that.
I couldn’t stop her when she tapped towards my door. This was the last thing I heard before the silence.
I’m not sure about how long one can stand this, maybe one week will be enough to stomp me out of my mind again.
Start something new.
I’m not keen on restarting, going back to point zero.
Just a tad too attached.
Suppressed by all of my childish fears.
I was afraid of you.
I was afraid of myself.
FOUR HOURS TO GO
AND NIGHT BECOMES MY FRIEND
D’YOU SECOND THAT?
I’VE DREAMT ANY POSSIBLE DREAM TO ITS END
ALL IMAGINARY
ONE DEAD BODY LYING IN MY CHAIR
I bit my nails down to the roots.
It’s okay, darling, isn’t it?
They can never catch you when your feet can’t rest.
No one’s gonna touch you when you look so beautifully strong.
You don’t even know what it’s doing to you.
Come on, smoke some truth instead.
THREE HOURS LEFT
I’D DIE FOR THE CLOCK TO HURRY
FINALLY GOT USED TO DARKNESS
WILL YOU GET USED TO LYING UNDERNEATH?
I scratched till I was covered in blood.
Still it’s okay, darling, it’s alright.
I’m all by myself, just by myself.
Let’s go down together.
TWO HOURS OF DARKNESS, STILL
APATHETIC, UNCONNECTED
LOCATED SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE WORLD
IT DOESN’T FEEL RIGHT
NOT EVEN NICE
WON’T YOU CARRY ME HOME?
SEE, I DON’T FEEL ALIVE
NOT LIKE DYING EITHER
I SAW PICTURES OF HER, TAKEN WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT 20
I LOOK A BIT LIKE THAT
Where are these lines from?
I’ve no idea where I want this to end, maybe it’s already destined to become a never ending story.
WON’T YOU CARRY ME HOME?
Bloody ink, widely spread across my writing pad.
No room for anything else.
Empty glasses and dishes all over my desk
– traces of days and nights of hours of smirry unconsciousness.
WON’T YOU CARRY ME HOME?, I spoke to no one.
CARRY ME HOME, I begged in silence.
ONE HOUR UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN
CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THE MORNING SUN
YET I DON’T WANT THE NIGHT TO FADE
THERE’S NEVER NEED TO LOSE FRIENDS
Get me out.
Come on, darling, wake me.
I need to get lost before I lose myself.
The sun’s coming up.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/22/2009.