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HistoPol (#HP) 🏴🏴 🇺🇸🇺🇸 🏴🏴
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World premiere - my first published poem: The Night Screams.

I am providing screenshots in English and German, as well as the complete text in this thread.
Thanks to everyone who helped, in particular to the inspiration.

Heute gibt es einmal eine Weltpremiere bei mir. - Ich veröffentliche mein erstes Gedicht: Die Nacht war laut

Ich stelle es als Screenshot und als Volltext (=nachfolgende Posts im Thread) ein.

Freue mich über Kommentare, Fav's+ v.a.Boosts.

#HistoGedicht
#Nachtgedanken

Incredible beautiful view of Skógafoss Waterfall with a man at the foot of the cataract, on the bank of Skógá River in Iceland Skógafoss, Skogar, Iceland Quelle: https://wallpapercave.com/wp/wp4427799.jpg Screenshot of the poem's text, to be found in the following thread pages The Night Screams The night screams, the thoughts roar, deafening the night, Swept away by the torrent of emotions, plunged down the thundering cataract of despair. Dead silence now encompasses everything. And even though the heart screams with bursting lungs, Your ears cannot hear it anymore, because you have been carried onwards like driftwood. My hand could not hold onto yours any longer, because you let go of it, bereft of the breath that I once again wanted to instill you with. The River of Time inexorably sweeps you away. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound leaves my lips, because one single sound could be like salt into your torn-open wounds. And thus, I swallow the sounds again. The sounds feel like grains of salt with razor-sharp edges, each sip carving my throat from the inside. And yet, there is no blood, because the heart has lost its rhythm. The salt in my eyes and the salt bags of my pent-up words, turn into acid in my body. These silent words I sacrifice, so that your wounds may heal and close. They are my gift to you. ©HistoPol