It should not have come early;
the death,
had insulted the terrible suffering.
Shadows were lengthening.
I wanted to live
in infinite
nothingness
of the wrong time.
Hope was not
a perforated dimension,
it was my religion.
When nobody was there
truth was walking with me.
A strange tragedy
was visible only to me.
The future hides in my face.
The terror is too much with us.
No frown of earth
defies the questions of past.
