Al Rakurof

The walk

In total silence I walk

Down to the grey sea

Where dawn will break

But not for me…

 

Like a soldier

Marching to the front

In empty desolation

In terrified calmness…

 

For aught is the fake days

of glory past,

For aught is the fake feelings

of joy that always left,

of a life lived and lost…

 

The sea embraces

The sea accepts

The sea enfolds

The sea whispers

“You too?…”