Noises, constant struggle,
Ever ending silence,
Pressure robust, indelicate,
Colors touching my dried tongue
My shoes are now heavy,
Sun became an enemy,
This needling sand,
Burden which directs me
I do not stop upon the tombstones,
But I have read every inscription,
Many times,
Reading until the end
I deceive my sight,
With a mirage of a mirror,
With surface all sweaty,
Undusted, begging filth to disappear
Faithfully, I search for a familiar face,
And doubts are all your freckles,
Chewing on my arms,
Never was there a plan
Step by step,
I am being gradually consumed,
A perfected torture,
Every time and always,
A lesser piece left
Now do I crawl,
Or am I painting circles,
This sullen land,
Once your joy,
Now my lair.
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:28 AM UTC
Noises, constant struggle,
Ever ending silence,
Pressure robust, indelicate,
Colors touching my dried tongue
My shoes are now heavy,
Sun became an enemy,
This needling sand,
Burden which directs me
I do not stop upon the tombstones,
But I have read every inscription,
Many times,
Reading until the end
I deceive my sight,
With a mirage of a mirror,
With surface all sweaty,
Undusted, begging filth to disappear
Faithfully, I search for a familiar face,
And doubts are all your freckles,
Chewing on my arms,
Never was there a plan
Step by step,
I am being gradually consumed,
A perfected torture,
Every time and always,
A lesser piece left
Now do I crawl,
Or am I painting circles,
This sullen land,
Once your joy,
Now my lair.
Created 23 October 2010.
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