Poem by Rubjana Nika

Innocently


The world conceived so foolishly,

I punish with arrows of despair-ing,

“how wrong” that I am part of it,

weighs on me innocently “regretting”.


The world transformed so brutally,

I wound with arrows of anger-ing,

“part of it innocently I am”,

engulfs me a shadow of saddening.


The world, seized so unjustly,

by the madness of deceiving,

“to exclude myself” from it, I cannot,

so violently conquers me the grieving.