I hang at the edge of my brain
and I sit by the window –
it is raining.
Black clouds, stormy wind and
flashes behind the hills.
Right there on the other side of
the houses are silent,
but the windows are illuminated.
Inside – happy children laugh,
fathers drink wine and listen to
as the mothers fix some hot plates.
I try not to think about happiness,
kids and warmness.
I try to shut off my soul and embrace
the arriving brightness.
I lean forward
and the darkness leans with me.