No-one Is There

Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how

sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't

speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is

there and there is nothing to say ...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ...

listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to

talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no

hope and no-one is there.

No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is

nothing (left) to say, in darkness I lie all alone by

myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks

and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining

her ears. But there is no-one, and it seems to me at

times that with every passing hour another word is

leaving my mind ...

I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted

but I do not care. The presence of people is ugly and

cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.

So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone,

listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to

talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no

hope and no-one is there.

No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, since

no- one is there and there is nothing to say? All is

oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-

ONE IS THERE ...