small poems from Ukrainian Poet Mykyta Ryzhykh

In a raspy voice

Doesn’t eat anything
Doesn’t drink anything
Doesn’t touch anyone
Рretending to be the wind
Handing out money right and left

Imagines himself
A picture of the postmodern half-life

And something else very important
I do not remember
Maybe wings
Could be a beak
Maybe a soul

I do not remember

I promise that I will take away my painful darkness
But not right now

I will be able to understand the meaning of this darkness in the future
Well, for now

Give me a chance to die again
Cause freedom is loneliness
Love is a crime against loneliness

birds come home from
paradise and sing songs
the silence recedes

the fields
what's lurking out there

It's been a month of war

what the tear hides
spring is playing hide and seek

а winter feeling creeps into my heart
а tear freezes and doesn't dry up
inside the child the wizard dies
and becomes an adult 

Bio: Mykyta Ryzhykh is a poet from Ukraine. The poet’s poems have been published in magazines and on the portals Soloneba, Littsentr, in the Ukrainian Literary Gazette, Bukovynsky Journal, in Stone Poetry Journal (USA), Tipton Poetry Journal (USA), divot poetry journal (USA), Alternate Route (07/2022, USA), dyst journal (USA), Better Than Starbucks Poetry & Fiction Journal (USA), Allegro Poetry Magazine (USA), Littoral Press (UK).

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