MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE

STAMENKOVIC

An Instant

I`ve busted like a boil

And still did not feel better

An instant of ecstasy

And only

A tiny piece of sleep

Slime is gone

I`ve busted like a boil

The wound remained

A friend

A trusted girl friend

Asked me

Why…

My country

And hers

No longer were

The same country

Days

Without each other

Days will not

Go anywhere

Being half-hearted

Is contagious

World does not forgive it

Nor does it understand

Cruelty- a virtue

For many

A well-paid virtue

People in computers

In that airless space

Can be opened by a button

A place

In which it is easy

To be exactly who you are

Does not exist

Mother

When the loved one is gone

The world becomes a dungeon

When mother is gone

The childhood world is gone

Gone is the thread that held us together

With our beginning from ancient times

Gone the woman, and the man and our part of   the universe

Everything becomes different.

We have lost

A part of us

We are heavier by that pain and sadness.

We grow old

Graves frequently become our company

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC

MILENA VUKOJE STAMENKOVIC is a journalist, writer and translator. She was born in Serbia but lives and works in Bern, Switzerland.  She writes poetry and stories. Your poetry is published in many national and international paper magazines, online magazines and anthologies. She published 9 poetry and 4 story books. She is member of the Serbian writer`s society (UKS) and the Swiss writer`s society (AdS).