"How are you?" You asked.
I didn't exist before you asked.
"How was your day?" you asked.
dark, as if the sun had never sparked.
"Throughout the day, what did you see?"
Just an old man, staring blankly at me.
You never said, "Do you still feel?"
Was hurting me the only test for thee?
"What do you do? What is your task?"
I build my prison, trap my soul in bars of steel.
"Where is your heart?" you demand
Not with me, if not with you, where should I turn around?
"What do you have for me?" you said, aspired.
Let me count my pieces and see what is left.
"Something is still missing," you said after you inquired.
Yes indeed! the lost parts of me that no one required.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
In the pain of plight I drown my sorrow
Vines entangle where I planted a seed
Close my eyes where path grows narrow
I taste rotten fruit of unforgiving deed
I condemn myself to serve that hollow
Can it suffice the cleansing I need?
Refuge will be the suffering of tomorrow
From myself and from the demons I feed
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC