The Seventh Lonely Hour

The seventh lonely hour
Like the seventh seal  covers
The earth with nothingness
This astute lonely ranger feeling
Among the friends
Among the well instructed
Among the bleeding ones
Sometimes I try to write poems
Between the lines
Between two sleeps or catnaps
I climb the stairways of eternity
Waiting for a phone call
From someone
Who used to be my friend

 

Nina Zivancevic


By Nina Zivancevic

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