Midnight above us
Asking my lover once more:
Tell me who I am
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Midnight above us
Asking my lover once more:
Tell me who I am
There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three
…
Autumn wind brings chill
Is that beast that haunts me more
Hungry or lonely
Night sky as always
Will I awaken relieved
To be breathing still
Sharp, shallow adventures
Just below the exterior
Still the vibrations
Before they melt the wall
I’ll quiet this interior…
Why do I automatically suppress anything that feels powerful, unless (until?) it becomes too strong to ignore?
How is it that the feelings of others
Usually so obscure
Can at times be so much clearer
So much sharper around the edges
Than what’s inside my own core…
Distant countenance
Calm façade yet further down
I can’t stop screaming
Could somebody please
Do me a simple favour?
Revisiting words
Those that once tugged emotional strings
Wetting eyes and shortening breath
Without changing form
Somehow have become vicious…