Zoran Matic Mazos

Drunk

by Zoran Matic Mazos

I wave these days

Drunk without hope
I don’t expect anybody

Anybody doesn’t expect me

In the escape

I lost my wings

Pressed down

By the force of earth’s gravitation

At the table tied With the glass I am looking for

Lost stars

The new ones aren’t lighting there

I am falling downIn my empty days

I learn to get up!

Serbia