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Never did I
Never did I beat my head against the wall when I wished it. Never did I jump out the window when I thought I could do it. Never did I get out of myself when my chest almost burst out. Never did I experience bad things from insomnia when fully awake. Never did I experience good things from insomnia when fully awake. Never did I fall when my legs stumbled. Never did I even scream when I felt pain. Never did I tell the truth though I swear I did. Never did I dare tell the truth. Never did I feel utterly happy. Never did I either feel utterly sad. Never did I entirely love. Never did I entirely give myself to anybody. I didn't dare to. Or wanted to. And I hate it when others say they did. There are no more selfish and darker beings than people. Dreams I dream of Tibet And of a blanket On the top of the world I dream of a morn Of the respite of my Memento mori I dream of harmony I dream of the sea And I vanish in the agony I dream of distance Of the unknown Of someone Confession She plays Confession Softly, on the guitar And I want to admit Nothing is the way I wanted Dreamed and desired Air, fire, earth and water Aren’t what they were Heraclitus doesn’t know it’s our fault For all is worse And the sea Rises Avenges Threatens To crash And drown all There is no place on earth Joy, light, and quiet love For there’s no more true love Bio: Sandrijela Kasagić (1973) teaches the Serbian language at the Grammar School in Banja Luka, Bosnia and Herzegovina. She has published several scholarly papers on syntax and stylistics, and writes short stories and poetry. She is currently working on her first collection of poetry to be published in 2022. Translator: Petar Penda @PetarPenda1 on Twitter is a University Professor of English and American literature, translator.