Patrick by Jakub Zielinski

Do you hear me? Give me some sign...

You’ll lie down and watch
with eyes filled with pain
and the world around you
won’t stop

won’t bow above the bed
won’t ask about memories
won’t stop desire
and hatred against doers
walkers and talkers
making love

you want her, them, the touch
be able to love among flowers
talk and listen to others
without part of those machines
ruthless dictating artificial rhytm

goverments will fall, people will go
but you still will be waiting
doing your will and killing
cold and unloved
staring at infinity.