parallel to heart
eyes, wet and teary
without knowing

sobbing

wet looks inside
inside me
deep

tears do not
roll up
heartaches or momentary pleasure

without doubt, I set everything free
yet
putting myself on a bed
of doubt,
and some more doubts

every second
each minute
it burns
inside

I am not the one
who I used to be..
am I going to remember anyone?

perhaps not
all the depth inside has
turned into cold

no need to be for free
or at service
all else continues to live
with or without
like
how I breathed.