In the chamber of sleep, where the lights are dying
And the shadows tremble, like an old memory,
I hear the walls embracing me,
Not in kindness, but in the breath of the mute night.
There, eyes \u2013 in a dream \u2013 watch from the cracks,
Without words, without eyelids, only cold mist.
A voice, like a bell broken in half,
Whispers a name that the earth has forgotten.
Oh, I had a love, but it was like a phantom,
Appeared, burned, and vanished into ash.
Its kiss \u2013 like the taste of wormwood,
Like a mirage in a mirror on a black wall.
I walk through the corridors of memory\u2026 quietly.
My step, like a river of blood in an invisible flow.
And the doors that were meant to lead to the light
Opened, letting in only gloom and a ringing sound.
For everything I had and everything I held \u2013
Fell into the abyss, where no one asks.
And only in oblivion \u2013 is my shelter and temple,
Where love, like a shadow, returns.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the chamber of sleep, where the lights are dyingAnd the shadows tremble, like an old memory,I hear the walls embracing me,Not in kindness, but in the breath of the mute night. There, eyes \u2013 in a dream \u2013 watch from the cracks,Without words, without eyelids, only cold mist.A voice, like a bell broken in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[124,120],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-dream","tag-memory"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n