721 | Solitude – Irma Kurti, Albania-Italy
07/04/2022 | Poem | No Comments|
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