june has just spread its wings and we
did not yet experience its blessed sunny days
as i begin to think
how many surprises are in store for me?
your eyes piercing, x-raying me as i stand
soul-naked, patiently waiting for something
or someone
to carry me away from this place.
full of people, stuffy, hot, noisy,
this room makes me wonder if death
is not that distinct
if hell is not that far.
being nobody, just someone
whose spirit will come and go
whose presence didn’t change anything
not to mention your heart.
i haven’t yet given up on myself.
your voice stops, as i say my final words,
you would know
that in a room full of crazy people
i only see you.
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 6:10 AM UTC
june has just spread its wings and we
did not yet experience its blessed sunny days
as i begin to think
how many surprises are in store for me?
your eyes piercing, x-raying me as i stand
soul-naked, patiently waiting for something
or someone
to carry me away from this place.
full of people, stuffy, hot, noisy,
this room makes me wonder if death
is not that distinct
if hell is not that far.
being nobody, just someone
whose spirit will come and go
whose presence didn’t change anything
not to mention your heart.
i haven’t yet given up on myself.
your voice stops, as i say my final words,
you would know
that in a room full of crazy people
i only see you.
This poem is dedicated to my English professor, for whom I had unrequired feelings. He knew about that, but never answered.