Dreams and thoughts; poems

Anna Mitscha

by Anna Mitscha

Story
2022 – 2024

My Rome

Why am I here, you are not near, near my soul nor my home.

Near my heart nor my ancient Rome you are Rome to my world-

So powerful, so full of rage locked in a cage

-so much wanting, so much understanding

You are my empress, the feelings ;I cannot express

My pulse, which the marsh of your troops make- make me feel

The power. The want. The need.

I always thought you were Venus and not Mars.

Athens and not Rome.

But you smell like wine, and lies

Lies in your eyes; but the truth in your tongue

The tongue which touched the wine; and now you are mine.

My empire, my empress, my armee. My rage; my love.

Mars and Venus in your heart; the battle is fatal. I cannot bare to watch it.

Through your eyes, your gaze.

My grace. Forgive me. I sinned.

I ate the fruit and make you the wine.

Make you tell me the truth- is it all a lie?

Did you die?

Did you die in front of my sight?

The moment the truth was spoken through your lips, which touch made you ramble and mamble

Why am I here, when you are not near?

Not to my heart, not to my home.

Where are you my love;

Where are you my Rome?









© Anna Mitscha 2024-06-27

Genres
Novels & Stories
Moods
Dark, Emotional, Reflective, Sad, Komisch