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
Illustration Nick Victor