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Sofia Grudnitckaia

Unfinished Castle

No darkness sheds a doubt on me

About the road that lies ahead,

The continuity of progress

I’m moving forward, step by step

Creeping towards an empty castle

Or maybe, just a crooked shed.

 

No light was ever in that building,

With outside rays avoiding sight

And not one creature on this crowded planet 

Knew that it was being built

But I.

I hold control, I command that action

With world full of my focus

Though battling through my distractions

I keep on going

Thinking that I know what will come next

And still, with every step, there is a test.

 

I move alone, and not one soul

Is with me now.

But there will be a ball,

With lights and drinks and songs.

And there, there will be all 

Who love and cherish, and adore

However, no message has been yet sent out

There was no signal yet at all.

 

My feet are restless,

Cracking through the road

A concrete line, and then a dirt path

Filled with toads. 

Than back to nature,

Though it’s often shy

Over a human it powers

And still it shines.

Unlike this path.

 

It slithers through the arching trees,

And as I walk, it seems I cannot breathe

Under the pressure of perfection

That flora placed on top of me.

The fauna seems to be asleep,

Resting eternally.

But it is steep

In the variety of life 

And joy, and shared warm worry

Not about arguing,

Or what I like to do - always say sorry.

No, the complex web of glory in the wild

Has yet no consciousness 

But has its own undoubted pride

Of what it is and how it watches

All or who dare here pass by.

 

Just I pass here, and walk, and walk

In solitude yet not confined 

I’m free just like a little piece 

Of ancient chalk

That broke off of another chalk

And as I walk, there are indeed the lines 

That have been drawn

By those, whos walks to me were parallel,

They let me know

Of how and why they reached the end.

 

As I go on and on, and as I just come closer

I see the roof, which seems to never be enclosing.

But building blocks are being laid 

With every step I made.

 

There will not be a roof

If I decide this path is just too easy for me.

Yet it will all be just a shed

If I will let the chalk lines stop me


 




Envoyé: 11:36 Fri, 22 March 2024 par: Sofia Grudnitckaia age: 16

Sofia Grudnitckaia

Love

I sit in silence.

Though noises cut through all of space

Inside this room, that’s full of empty minded

My eyes now rest

Upon the ones that rest on me

One moment do, and then part ways,

And only to return.

My heart, not one that is the strongest

But one that froze, starts beating once again.

But do those eyes now scream that they adore me?

Or are they just an intersection that exists?

 

In endless space,

Where millions of steps

Are meant to be,

And yet they come just once

Inside the slowly moving tide of time

Where things that disappeared are meant to be collected

And ones that lost are meant to win again.

Oh love, so bitter sweet.

The place that none but all once dream of

The moment which would take their life away

And then return.

No doubts, no hesitation 

But bruises, bleeding, extra steps,

The tears, the talks, the death of souls

The resurrection of ones’ cold entitled mind 

That told them once ‘No worse will happen’

But once again, they cry, alone.

 

My head is full of noise.

Though now the room is silent

And those who sit here now possess a lonely thought

My eyes still rest

Upon the ones that still rest on me

And now for longer, longer pause

And yet they still come back.

My heart is starting to get stronger

It's beating now, melting the ice.

Those eyes now whisper something like ‘I love you’,

The intersection is there, but not for sacrifice.

 

Of things I love, the many which there are,

None showed me quite the meaning

Of what it is and where it was

That something which the greats described as holy

God-like, the heavy inspiration to their prose

The one and only, which or rather who

Could turn away

And then run back, with nothing 

But the speed of those two crashing hearts

The canvas for the arts,

The notes for music,

The strength for fights,

The beakers for the fluids

For all of it,

Nothing, no way and nowhere

But everywhere, in every single atom

Of one's being, a special, undetected

Single wave.

 

My head is foggy

The empty minded and the mindful are not there

Almost as time has got to be somewhere.

My eyes are now completely focused

Onto the ones that now are close to me

For an eternity, with no intent to leave,

No need to ever look away.

My heart, that now is finally the strongest

Beats fast and freely, now generating warmth.

Now not a whisper, loud and ringing - ‘I adore you’.

My heart will now start seeking growth.


 




Envoyé: 11:40 Fri, 22 March 2024 par: Sofia Grudnitckaia age: 16