Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Friendship Shipwreck

The worst is not to be alone, the worst is that nobody is relying on me. You don’t need any advice I could provide, even if you say there’s no filter about you and me. You don’t need me to take you back from the storms you’re fighting alone, when you say we’re friend, even if you say I am some unexpected meet. That’s all and I’m ok with that. I’m wrapped in a woolen blanket. No sounds are drilling in my dreams. I sit on a branch and you are all playing. If I am calling you will pick up my call. But it’s not what I was expecting when I was born and they told me friendship or brotherhood or whatever you name it, not to be alone was supposed to be the one you need. The land is vast, the land is huge. I have some memory of my murmur. The land is vast and the sun comes down. I will never take you for real.

One of William Blake‘s watercolour illustrations for Robert Blair‘s poem The Grave. (1805)