by Maid Čorbić

I can't resist the fact 
it torments me with the years of my existence, slowly and surely
gently packaged in the most beautiful epochs of life
and this everything around me is specially tailored
for some better and happier times

I wait, but never wait
and the sun slowly warming me
I can't be sad when I'm lucky
it is greater when I see myself after many years,
myself as I look forward to that day rejoice
because in front of me is everything I am looking for
just a little luck and sincere love
because winter is the best choice for that

I never asked others for anything difficult
because I know that my reason is a story of truth
and every day I seek a part of my existence
as if it were the last day of my birth
what hurts me makes me stronger
and I just want the sincere memorials of my life

it’s amazing how love is starting to fade
but returns at the end of the year again retroactively
giving the source of his life and new hope
that all is not lost again after a long time
because for me, love began to live
at a time when I least hoped

It's Christmas and I'm still sad for you
I can't turn back time ripe
but I still have old memories of wanting them back
they cannot escape their fate, which is gloomy as a black cloud
I'm just looking for the existence and source of my arena
because without you, everything became gloomy and black to me

I would go back again to the time of Christmas and celebration
that it used to be as it was before
I would at least give a clue and a crumb of myself to you
because I am aware that church bells are ringing
everything is white, love exudes in the street and the city
but I do not want it, because I do not have you in everything
the one I trust very much
but time does not go back, unfortunately

I put up with the fact that I go on
because destiny is very gloomy and difficult for me
when I'm not with you, I'm still in black
Christmas is a metaphor for me to be with you and hope for something
what I asked for, I did not get
and now I have to be like a lone wolf
sad, pale, gloomy,
all for love
which I wanted under the Wish tree
and that is to be you and me
common to the end of the world and life!

Maid Čorbić is a 21-year-old poet from Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina 🇧🇦. In his spare time, he writes poetry, which has repeatedly garnered praise and awards. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum for Peace and Humanity).