Franz Kafka

I craved solitude throughout my life
I wished to be let alone to let my thoughts reign,
Though only at night could such a thing occur.
My words were my own, my characters myself.
So why should they live while I die?
My solitude would be complete in death.
Yet, while I pass onto a new life,
I am held captive in this one.
My characters remain alive through my writings.
My solitude was destroyed.
Now my admirers watch over my home in Prague
My readers considering my possessions to be of importance.
Even words such as 'Kafkaesque' appear.
Oh for the wistful sound of silence!
Grateful that I left no direct descendants,
None to be burdened with my unwanted fame.
But those that still carry my family's blood
May you be granted the peace I never held!

Allie Kafka