Rodiću se ponovo/I will be born again

Day 3,936, 06:13 • Published in United Arab Emirates United Arab Emirates • by Darkness.

Rodiću se ponovo

Propevala mrtva kukavica u tuđem gnezdu pala
iz krošnje prhnulo jato bestelesnih ptica
- prejak lepet krila u begu, bez slike
Zaplakao kraj prozora u zoru san nedosanjan
oslepljen, izneveren, razočaran
međ' krvavim zidovima osamljen
Srce raspuklo, prazno, skamenjeno
u pletenoj činiji za voće na stolu trune
Nad njim se s plafona
razjapljena vilica puna zuba iskeženih klati
a nikako da ga proguta
Na podu razbijena čaša nadanja
o kojem svedoči samo muk
odbegao i razliven po pukotinama u podu
Nema života u domu bez boja
i kad je tišina samo tišina
ne postoji niko
i ne postoji ništa
Pesma neće nikuda iz pera praznog
a bode posvuda kao nevidljivo trnje
prazna kao list predamnom
Gledam kroz njega
ne osećam se živom
i, zahvalna, shvatam - umrla sam
Rodiću se ponovo

- Sabina Embeli

(hope it is better than google translate)

I will be born again

Dead cuckoo singed, in another's nest fallen
flock of bodiless birds whisked from the treetop
- too strong flapping of wings in flight, no picture
Dream unfulfilled cried by the window at down
blinded, betrayed, disappointed
behind bloody walls, lonely
Heart cracked open, empty, transfixed
rotting in a wicker fruit bowl on a table
From the ceiling above
gapped jaw full of bared teeth sways
not to swallow it
On the floor, broken glass of hope
only silence testifies about
escaped and spread through the cracks in the floor
There is no life in a home without colors
and when the silence is just a silence
no one exists
and nothing exists
A poem will not go out from an empty pen
it's stabbing everywhere like an invisible thorns
blank like a page in front of me
I'm looking through it
not feeling alive
and, thankful, I realize - I died
I will be born again

-Sabina Embeli

https://sabbinche.wordpress.com/2018/08/30/rodicu-se-ponovo/