It doesn't take
a kitchen knife
to butcher life
or a motorbike
to ride until I die.
Instead, I take this journey
on a broken gurney,
not a suffering soldier
but a poet older
than any bolder
active warrior.
My tourniquet tightens,
as blood loss lightens
my mental load.
This damaged road
is full of broken bones
and scattered scraps
of marble stones
that no longer fit
the foundation of
a safe home
full of love.
That's why I still roam,
searching alone,
staring at my phone
looking for answers
to a call I'll never make.
Every breath I ever take
should hold some purpose,
but the truth is
my search is fruitless.
This existence is useless;
Just another wound
that will not heal
but festers and rots
as everything I thought
held value gets lost.
In my mad mathematic trend
I subtract family and friends
from my equation,
becoming the inevitable immigrant
as I finally cross life's bitter border
to nowhere…
Oct 16, 2021
Oct 16, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
It doesn't take
a kitchen knife
to butcher life
or a motorbike
to ride until I die.
Instead, I take this journey
on a broken gurney,
not a suffering soldier
but a poet older
than any bolder
active warrior.
My tourniquet tightens,
as blood loss lightens
my mental load.
This damaged road
is full of broken bones
and scattered scraps
of marble stones
that no longer fit
the foundation of
a safe home
full of love.
That's why I still roam,
searching alone,
staring at my phone
looking for answers
to a call I'll never make.
Every breath I ever take
should hold some purpose,
but the truth is
my search is fruitless.
This existence is useless;
Just another wound
that will not heal
but festers and rots
as everything I thought
held value gets lost.
In my mad mathematic trend
I subtract family and friends
from my equation,
becoming the inevitable immigrant
as I finally cross life's bitter border
to nowhere…
