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First scream
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2024-05-08 23:02
To jest zmodyfikowany na angielski mój wcześniejszy wiersz.
In the shadows deep, a room does dwell,
Two streets away, where emotions swell.
Through winding blocks, I raise my voice,
For in birthing throes, I make my choice.
My mother there, in half-sleep she lies,
Half-aware, her gaze defies.
Half-open, in her struggle's strife,
Bleeding essence, giving life.
- My mother, in that sacred place,
Silence falls, no trace,
Of me, where I once cried,
Lost in realms where souls abide.
My father waits, across the Styx,
Blind to sight, yet love transfixed.
Unknowing of the path I tread,
His love, a beacon, guides ahead.
In the shadows deep, where whispers wane,
Two streets away, from joy and pain,
Through blocks and alleys, I no longer cry,
For in that darkness, I learn to fly.
