Three stars...

Роза Грёз
My ship is sinking; its trunk is a wreck.
A dead rat is stinking on its wretched deck -
The corpse of my dream that couldn't escape
The bitter remorse and the sizzling pain.
They come and they go, but never subside.
They twist and they swirl, they fiercely collide!

I know, there's a knife
 - somebody's life,
Successful and bright,
   that lurks from my sight.
So luring, but mercilessly aiming to pierce -
To stab at the heart
  and bring it to tears.

There's also a loop suspending my neck,
It leads me in circles
Just to bring
         always
             back.
It feeds on my merciful,
                beautiful
                rats.
It wants them all dead, and demands to be fed!

The rats had been eaten, the sailors all gone!
My sad little captain was left on his own.
The captain as fearless as fearful inside.
In his tiny cabin he constantly hides.
Ship's sinking - he's thinking: oh, well, what the heck,
If life hates me so, I will hate it back!


26.06.2019