No matter

Konnichiwa, my dear readers!

I wrote a poem again. Is from Tala's point of view (what a miracle! * Ironically mine *). At least that's what he says to a little boy who has just entered the abbey. It occurred to me to the song November from July.

I hope you enjoy reading it!

No matter!

You ask me,
what is tomorrow
and I'm silent.
You ask me,
whether it's a better day then
and I'm silent again.

Because i know
that it is not so!
I know,
that never
what will change.
Not here!

No matter what you do,
it won't change anything!
Because we live here
in the Balkov Abbey!
Does not matter what you say,
it doesn't get any better!

Come to terms with it!
You wanted to go here!
Nobody forced you to do it
to become one of us!
Come to terms with it!
You asked for it!

You look at me
and ask
whether you
can go home.
I shake my head.
Now you are here at home!

I warned youbut you didn't want to hear
I told you
you should go,
but you had to stay
Now you can't get out of here!

No matter what you do,
it won't change anything!
Because we live here
in the Balkov Abbey!
Does not matter what you say,
it doesn't get any better!

Come to terms with it!
You wanted to go here!
Nobody forced you to do it
to become one of us!
Come to terms with it!
You asked for it!

* ~ * ~ * ~ Owri ~ * ~ * ~ *

So! That's it! Do I get some clerks for this crap up there?

Ya mata no,
your Cybertila