Blue · Bridge · Faith

Jonah

I feel as if I’m damned,
sometimes, like a heavy curse
has fallen on my chest.

My forests – only winters,
kneeling trees now touch the ground
with their dry heads.

I feel as if I’m damned,
sometimes, like a dark veil
covers all my plains.

No grass can grow above it,
birds are thirsty,
they have empty nests.

The crows have a gloomy yell.
A sterile calling,
in the air a scent of death.

Now I know,
I feel as Jonah must have felt.

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