shelyuu

birds are chirping, 
people are yelling.
i was, 
standing at the third place, 
watching all these happenings.
without motion,
emotions.

i retreat, retreat and retreat again,
to a point that i 
am standing at the edge of the precipice now
and behind my back is
an ocean with deepness that i 
could not reach unless i 
am bones
but you are asking for more and i 
have got no choice
but choose to jump

somewhere that i 
don't want to belong

shely

I am
A lamppost
Trapped
In the midst
Of shinny buildings
Waiting to be
Useful
At night.