Jan Kmoníček (Za Hranicí;Město v Karanténě 1 a 2;Krvavé vzpomínky)
3. básnická sbírka - Waking up from American dream
Cruelty (en)
Cruelty
Sometimes I feel alone
sometimes i want to escape
just let myself to get forever gone
there are also days
full of beaty
crossed by unlimited ways
of making desicions
Run away
or fight and stay
i would like to stand
against the truth
about how a fucking fool
I am
but i just can´t
I know who I am
I cannot change myself
I am never satisfied
there is nothing than just hunger some - where inside
A hunger and the thirst
for something that can make me burst
and brake all my nonsense dreams
because now - it seems
...
That I am dead
and it´s not for the first
I am dying again and again
every night and every day
facing the reality
trying to stand my responsibility
I tries to stay
on my feet
fearing of loosing my identity
fearing that i´ll never stop this bleed