million dreams are keeping me wide awake.
Writers do not write
to live, they write in the hope --
of learning to die.
"L'albatro" ("The albatross", 2019, Simona Lo Iacono)
Collection "WriteWiser signage"
I wanna be better than my best!
So caught up to embrace the evading fate,
My shaky arms got used to the warm touch of tragedy.
Everyone wants a poet…
Just not the madness that goes with it.
Everyone wants a wilderness…
Just not the animals that exist inside of it.
Everyone wants peace and solitude…
Yet yearn for attention and acceptance.
Everyone wants the headdress of a warrior…
Yet will not go into battle to earn it.
Everyone wants to reach out…
Just not the silence that will be in return.
Everyone wants justice…
Yet turn their backs and says ‘that’s someone else’s problem’
Everyone wants to receive and take care of a simple love…
Yet they can’t even love themselves.
Everyone wants to yearn towards a future…
But can’t even look at themselves in the mirror.
Maybe it's what I will be as my most ruined.
But I dare not confess it to my warm destiny,
that my dimming soul have made peace with it.
There's a trace of you in my dried tears,
but why aren't you in my destiny.