Inhale my ghost into your lungs,
feel that I am the one you expected.
Don’t fight to understand my purpose,
never underestimate my position,
here I am, truth is hungry, I will feed it.
Search between my steps, behind my back,
crippled sweat into the light I shine,
given all and forgiven none,
my shoelaces will remember the places,
that stole my name, I will remain melted
into the sunset, my soles are gone,
just another day in this moment I stand.
Defeated on the outside, inside I still fight,
this war I never wanted, but it came my way,
unwanted and complete awakening,
today was yesterday, tomorrow is now.
Left to the crows, they feed my soul,
like newborn leaving the womb,
creation of mine over the horizon,
stare my blank visions to rest,
in permanent movement of words.
Davorin Pasovic
Davorin is a war refugee from Bosnia living in the United States now with their family. They have been writing poetry for about 15 years, and enjoy it very much.