a life of a Russian dissident ;
It’s been a locked up existence
and once the door was slightly open,
there was a hammer banging on the head
a coconut cracked and all that was inside
dripping like the melted snows of the year before
and the one before that, and before that ,
to no end,
it’s been cathedral bells ringing in the silent night
it’s been a satisfactory silent solitude
and that ‘s a fact!
nights staring at the silent stars
seeking a gaze to look right back
it’s been real quiet here
with so many walking by
and no one coming near .
It’s been beautiful sailing upon
smooth lake water,
where the fish can not be seen
and only the seagulls diving without a scream ,
It was beautiful some days
it was even sweetly serene some nights
but it is where i have been
and no longer wish to be seen..