7 mar 2015


The trick is there, and there it works
and feelings prick like pesky needles;
everyone's heavy - everyone ignores
how much one needs to be reassured.

Time passes by, I can't move on
stuck in a glass, sinking in-depth
inside the waters that would refresh
pressure and mass easily squash.

A blockage of words
knotted inside the throat
that doesn't let
anything out.

I don't speak because I can't
and don't cry for others' sake;
What is it for?
In my chest so wide
his echoes are the core.

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