Solitude

Solitude

The solitude knocked at the door

to my room—number thirty-three.

The boredom entered my bed

like a big dull cloud—silently.

The sheets were blank pieces of paper.

No one was there to care about me.

I didn’t have a single person to call.

I was just a stranger in this country.

I asked my reflection in the mirror:

“Why do I need my lips and eyes

this long and beautiful hair

that nobody caresses and touches?”

Irma Kurti (Albania-Italy)

Painting by Nik Helbig Germany