Still not cured for a long time

Still not cured for a long time

I imagined myself a green spring landscape
a tingling stream, trout jump above the water
sparkling like an early love, so young and mild

they were only illusions, escape routes
to spare my sore leg
and forget the lockdown

I was far from healed
of the chase madness
who visited me in solitude

now that my parents had died
the suffering of the world piled up
in a backpack full of heavy stones.


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