#chloepoems

©Chloe Golovleva, February 21, 2021, Buenos Aires (CABA), Argentina

What can I say while trying

The very line to end,

The every sentence

With the word - “again”…?

Again, again, again, 

What can I say

That never said before?

What can I do?

I haven't promised back then,

Nothing, just have been telling you

I will, I will - and yes, I do.

Until what moment?

Till my own end.

***

Words, thoughts, and doubts.

Again.

It’s definitely struck on me - 

As evidence of running in circles.

Doubts - impossible to count times.

Thoughts - a myriad, and all the same.

Then go words.

I want to shout, I want to howl.

I beg. I ask.

I wait.

Again.

You'd come, you've gone.

Despite banality of how,

I should've asked for where -

Are you here?

Will you be here?

Once or more again?

You'd come, you've gone.

Wish you be here, please,

Once or more again.

*** I've been looking again for myself. Which will the talent I choose? Which one do I have? By picking, and touching, and thinking again, Till only thought that I should, Or even I must, or rather - compelled, Did not leave the room for the next Circle of doubts that I can't.

It's just for read when you get bored. As like for fun, but not so much - It should be serious they claimed. And were themselves as such By giving her a prize.

"You need to be loved." He wrote once, I hit to reverse: "I do need it, of course! I'm sure that everyone needs - to be loved, To be an entire, a universe for anyone else."   I keep it in mind as only picture of life, Which should start and to last with a love. I keep it in mind as very picture of life, And keep trying and trying again Firmly have it, And urgently search if I lost.