Longing

by Elmar Woelm

Sometimes I feel
like someone
who has an amnesia.
Only the breath of a memory.

Suddenly I know
where my sadness comes from.
Furious I want to cry,
going wild from desperation.

Longing has seized me
to go home
to the place of silence,
of peace, of zest for life.

I know
that this is not my home.
One says we are like those
beeing in the water,
crying of thirst.

What have they –
what have we
done to us?

During the rare moments of silence
I feel
how easy it is!
And yet
the torrend has grasped at me again,
drags and tugs
worse than ever bevor.

The human mind –
a crazy ape.
Machine.
Who thinks in my head?
Me! ... Me? ... Me ???
Its me –
that can not be!
A thousand voices
conceal my essence.

Longing has seized me.
to go home.
But only a breath
of memory.