Little Girl

In the last days I saw a girl crying tears in every single summer night!
I wanted to help, but please, man! Show a stranger the pass to the light!
I never meant to do it wrong helping this poor tiny girl, shaking the
irrational mind til it collaps in fear, I never meant to harm, to cause the tears,
rescue the values because it is all I have got to leave behind. Now reality shows
that in every situation and whole false life I was simply stupid and blind!
My hope is so close to yours but it is another, like black and white,
to cross is like swimming through a stormy river from one side to the other!
I really never knew, if it was only my damaged pride that caused what really
happened to you or is it only my insecurity. My brain, a target to blow
up to heaven, my heart, a desert of ice or just sadness, well I never believed
in my own rooted badness! I guess it is just the way it goes until I have got to
perish, fallen in the combat of myself, not able to maintain all my sins? I guess no,
but I think of her all the time, yeah fuck, that is all about,
is it really necessary that I am also crying in fear, that I often shout,
how freakish all my life could be, time is what you need, but time is lost,
there are pretty sins and failures left, that you have to feed! I´m accepting my own
impossiblity of being the good seed nature send to earth to do good and bless
this girl, but this is my will, everything I understand and nothing less!
I will, I will take care of you and all the sorrows of yours, I will take the load,
denying the little inner voice saying that I must return, that I am not your lover
and fighting my haert that started to burn when unfortunately I had to discover
that in the last days I saw a girl crying tears in every single summer night...

Dieses Gedicht bezieht sich auf eine bestimmte Person, die ich liebte. Ich verlange von niemandem, dass man dieses Wirrwar aus Gefühlen, Worten und Gedankengängen versteht.

This poem refers to a certain person that I once loved. I do not expect anybody to understand this chaos out of feelings, words and stream of conscienceness.Robert Franke, Anmerkung zum Gedicht