When pain paralyzes me
my lower back sends shock waves
legs swell
ruining the Master's shape
I fold my
body into a chess board pawn
and throw it
in the Municipal drain
for someone
to find it and make it
whole again
by magic or by his love.
You may
think I am a fake
I complain
without waiting for the pain
to make me
feel human and ordinary
what's wrong
with me you will ask
No, nothing
is wrong
only I am
wrong the way I am.
Body aches
mind cracks and
soul - I do
not know if I have one
life has
sickened my senses
but its Apps
sucking away my secrets
to blackmail
me to submission.
If I am
wrong make me right
if you
cannot make me fight
let my
coming days be nights
to learn
karate out of sights.
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