The Choice

How can I escape the storm
today when once before I made it ?
Is it true that all our deeds
comes one more time to feel them ?

Or they just pass with no regrets
left into us to hold back.
My only wish's to know the truth
but is there any left here ?

"Just keep the path to solitude..
..no questions, keep on living!"
"Oh, life this is - so beautiful!
Why truth? It's overrated.."

"..overrated.." resound my mind,
a lightning flashed next to me.
"..to solitude.." - so many grumbles..
I walk around dead portraits.

"They didn't make it just like you,
fall now - we won't betray you.."
The hell with you! My path is dark.
Why life now seems so odious?

I won't forget you, suffering!
The only thing that helped me.
To you these words I now succumb.
I'm sorry but I'm leaving.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©