22 czerwca 2020
Unmaking Me
I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?
Loneliness.I
observe the hands of a watch,
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.
An atavistic ache.Again I view the world.
Everybody is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead, I step into emptiness,
barefoot, to feel the earth.
Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost,
I move into sunlight.
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