Pain
Am I out of my place?
To love, to fight for?
I thought of the world as a reflection of me
But it is not, no, not an ounce
Rather it has only shown me the dichotomies
Hate for love and complacency for commitment
I am tired of the lukewarm
I am worn out of trust and respect
You know the feeling when
You have to walk away empty-handed
After giving your all, yet not enough
Strength to restart, no that’s not there either
What’s left is my spirit
To reunite with its maker
What I feared that shouldn’t happen
Has come to pass
How can I overcome this?
A loss I say, but he doesn’t bear
Nothing has shaken or changed
Every day is the same
No difference does it make
With or without me
It’s the most excruciating part
What was I to you?
If the end was so written
Why then did it start?
Being in the womb and
Never seeing the sun would have been better
Experiencing the unanticipated
Can kill you or rejuvenate
Guess I have to live first to see
What will be of me
A part of me is already under the casket
The rest? You ask, I will say
It is disintegrating at a slow pace
Ensuring stings and gnaws every moment
Living-hell I could call it
Hope now, my friend is on
A distant future as I am running
Endlessly, I doubt if in circles.
