A Dark Horse Over the Mountain

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A Dark Horse Over the Mountain

Checking the Last Manuscript
Midnight. Dead Point
The Morgue
Dark Is the Night, Liebe Maria
A Dark Horse Over the Mountain
What We Have Within
Heaviness
Immovable Things

I sit down to check
my last manuscript,

but the table and the chair
disappear under me.

In vain I reach for
the lines that drone
in the air.

Tired, I fall to the floor,
but hit nothing.

I sink slowly. My body
darkens. My heart
beats fast.

I note
that time
and keep it.

AuthorSlave Gjorgjo Dimoski
2018-08-21T17:23:59+00:00 April 1st, 1999|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 08|0 Comments