Give up
Get lost
Get out off my way
Won’t be there waiting for you to come
Having the plate filled – choking down my throat
Sleepless nights, the fear cemented upon
Broken mirror throws the mirage
All of those things – those things
That changed have to become
Like a daemon in rage
Or the eagle that hunts
Maybe lion and prey
Silent crack – gone out
Roots in the glass that spread up
Not even have the will to look at
Papers fly by and I’m catching some
Unwrapped letters, my notes
As well as old hopes
In little pieces – anonymous faith
Shackles that don’t have a key

 

 

 

 

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