forgiven

by Peycho Kanev

I tried to drown my sorrow in these
rivers of whiskey
in these
seas of beer.
trying to forget her
but what I accomplished
is to destroy myself.
the way she always wanted.
now you see me
poor and humble
and in my bed I’m waiting for the sound
of your footsteps
and the sailing is coming down on me
and the walls get darker
and my love is dry as a torn
rose.
once red as blood
now just a garbage for the
lions.