Heavenly bed carrying me away,
you keep the stones at bay;
Suffocated, crushed by your weight,
your sanding work is just a bait.
You’re not a quartz watch,
you don’t care much;
You don’t show time nor history,
you are just a stubborn destined victory.
My feet are finally at rest-
No need for flowers on my chest.
I got one rock tight to my throat;
when others fight and die, you keep me afloat.
I called for you; such misery-
They called for me; such mystery-
For them to feel a little less futile;
for me to feel a little less senile.
Emanuel Ștefancu 