Nothing
Nothing
Happens here.
In the light
That sheds itself
Upon the walls.

You must clean
To breathe
Just breathe
To survive,
Not needing.
In need of no one.
No love for
A thing,
But love itself.
No idea
Why or where
It became so hard
Just to live.

And everything falls.
Nothing goes up
Past the age of innocence.

Every wise word,
Every sad instance,
Plucked from
Something easier
To bear
Than to remember.

What are women
To men of strength,
Other than dumb
Picturesque backdrops
Accentuating their
Own success and vanity.

No words...
No words.