While pain runs through me.
While my body bound to pump the blood
day in, day out, is sick of it.
While people study people.
While a lump is building up inside my throat.
While stones pull down the pockets in the coat.
While miles pass by, the train a line inside
a blurry dream.
While hands pull one hair out after the other.
While high buildings lean upon each other.
While skies flutter, softly, satin,
hails dent in the roofs of cars,
and I don't find the answers to my questions.
While I am alone with me, myself and I,
and I fail you, and me and them.
On top of things.
While stasis is prognosis of a hologram.
While hurting me by hurting you is hurting everyone.
While crows pick
on the eyeholes of the people walking by,
and while, after a while, the blood stops running,
and they stare with red crust on their cheeks,
lips curled in lust.
While nightmares are in daylight darker.
While the corners grow much stronger
on my heart.
While, where I look, there is no short cut, but
a scream out of the chasm of a foreign cousin
never ceasing to burst glass to shards.
While I look up to step into the open
to give proof to whom, to me? to you?,
I'm bulletproof, as you have said,
and I'll survive,
I lose my head.
Poetry & art along the scale of human emotions. Up 🏔️ and down 🌊. .
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