Poem by Melita Ratković

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Biography: Melita Ratković, lives in Novi Novi – Serbia. Profession and cultural activity: Literary ambassador of Serbia to Brazil. /Participated in several anthologies, world heritage. Lifetime academic of the AIAP – INTERCONTINENTAL ACADEMY of Artists and Poets – Brazil World Academy of Culture and Literature AMCL – Brazil
Academy of Literature Music and Art – Brazil
Guimarães Academy Of Letters Pink – Allegro – Brazil
Democratic Independent Academy of Writers and Poets – Brazil
Academy World library of letters and poetry – Brazil.

My kerosene lamp burns for you
 
in your nightmares
endless depths,
tormented by restless dreams,
the soul hurts, cries.

Life’s failures steal
peace, a spasm on the pale face a tragedian with an imprisoned mind.

You are looking for a way out of the abyss,
you dig with an uncertain step
slowly, reluctantly. A hint
light causes sensations.

Photophobia covers the face. It’s an illusion
hell fire. Mining everything
more slowly. Oh, is blackness so sweet!
You fantasize about getting out of the disheartening depth. The fuse is getting shorter, it will soon disappear light. You feel a cowardly, ambivalent relief. No, it’s not you anyway, you refuse help. More you no one can help. I spend in vain precious time. You are in the gap between the old and the new. Remember how it started.
A parasite in your mind, a comfortable sleeper,

Created by the bizarreness of one’s own thoughts. Only you
you can destroy the neman you created. Take your hands away from your face, it will hurt at first, hold on free.

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