The God in the Attic

In our attic,
among things, as it seems
of past lives,
lives a bitter God.

When guests come to our house,
we don’t mention him.
When we’re alone,
we talk about him quietly,
fearing of being heard.

We do not know exactly when he moved in,
nor do we know why exactly with us.

Maybe because of the serenity.

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The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘I. Am. Legend’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.

Ernad Osmic

Ernad Osmic was born in Brcko (Bosnia). He have lived for a while in Germany as a refugee of the civil war, but now is back in his home country. He makes a living as a freelance translator and writer.

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