Loneliness is a Room | Mykyta Ryzhykh

Loneliness is a room in which it snows
A cluster of lonelinesses is a vase in which death grows
Between the silence and emptiness there is nothing—
That is what loneliness is

Father’s library went out
All the libraries of the world burned in the shadow
But who casts this shadow?
This shadow constantly disappears to infinity
(Even birds can’t melt so unnoticed in the dark)

I molded bread from ice for your lips
I died, crumbled, disintegrated, turned into bread crumbs
You are blind like a stone that sinks in water
It’s funny that you can’t swim although you were born in the water of your belly

If anyone knows where this tlanguage of rocks leads then it’s a trap
A dead end for people who are looking for something resembling the truth
We drowned like drowned men who have swum out three times
The candle has all flowed down your hands Lord
I call you God like a barbarian who doesn’t understand anything in this world
I love you
I call you God
I don’t love myself or the grass
The temple doesn’t call itself anything
I will die without knowing the name of your hands

Mykyta Ryzhykh is author from Ukraine, now living in Tromsø, Norway. Mykyta has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and published many times in literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English, including Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, and others.