Invisible
Every evening when I wake up,
I don’t care about the sun nor the moon,
Oh, hell! I give a damn about the clock,
My sun glows on me,
bright and uncomforting and,
I look for you,any of your signs.
You are here and you are not
I see you and you don’t,
oh yeah! Chores could wait
and so could my hunger,
for I need to talk to you.
My hands shiver,
My lips go dry,
Oh,a rush of blood to my head,
I have a killing sensation
I need to calm down,
May be you are working,
Yeah,Yes, you are busy
But so happy you are
and you have your fireworks,
that I am turning invisible
in the smokes of your joy
Frightened I am that you would break it,
But,wait...what would you break…
No,no,may be I need to kickstart,
Eat,laugh,talk,feel sane
But some part of me is still stuck,
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