LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

At the road of many vexations the poet asks himself "What is it that is truly my own?" "What is it that I produce from the innate power of my muse?"

Dreams of the poet signal to the alert that the world is saved again for another several generations.

What joy can be experienced?

What new happiness makes its way to the fuels of the people?

The movement of time passes the face of a single day; it inspires the poet to compare the florid descriptions that fill his brain into words that are not thought.