Sad Violin’s Comfort

What is it with bad mood

That everyone is so much addicted to it

It is the drugs we cannot stop taking

And when a long time passes without it

We suddenly go mad, and break wildly

Love, loss, loneliness …

Let the wounds bleed,

and all that poisonous blood pour out

You only lose what you feel you lost

You only love what you can hate

You feel lonely when you are not whole with yourself

The moment when you enjoy the pain

The moment of unwanted discoveries

The moment of undesired thinking

When thorns grow in a flowery field

you’ve been working in for long

And it just keeps you back

Wasting your time and ruining the flowers

Or, when you forget a rotten tomato for a long time

Without throwing it away, or taking care of it

And the smell becomes unbearable

Let the poets tell of their depression with words

The singers with songs

And the others in what other way they relate to

And let meanings speak

and feelings play us like stringed puppets

Let the body become immune to it all

And used to this darkness, accepting it

Trying to change its form

and the violin plays a sad song …