Violeta Dimitrić

Violeta Dimitrić

GRACE

A torn heart beat

thrown on a wooden floor,

left alone,

like cracked nails,

fed by the winding snakes of solitude

tremble in fear, in powerlessness,

pray for mercy,

for salvation from eternal sorrow.

It disappears with withered dreams,

and waiting coldly the last pain of being unloved

It disappears with withered