Loneliness

I swallow loneliness in bites…
Like a bone lodged in my throat…
I'm not searching for anything anymore,
I'm not waiting, I don't want words.

I do not haunt anyone's dreams,
I do not greet the dawn with dreams…
There are no roses. For me they are thorns…

Only black stones on the ground.
Only storms without sun in the sky,
without dreams, without love, without longing…
Only weeds withered in the field,
crooked roads, dead hopes…