“Suffering” by Maya Stoykova
My suffering, my powerful suffering,
a dark and silent bottom.
Silence pierces, eyes cannot meet,
the air is not enough…
I will fall asleep and that will be the end,
but what will remain in the end —
a darkness that has wrapped around my world…
One hand, one touch,
I long to feel it,
to hold me, to pull me up,
so I can see the silvery moonlight again,
embrace the golden-orange sunset again,
dance with the wind again,
and once more be happy on the surface.
