Weighing the way
Between sadness and shame
Studying and working
Being and having
Well-being and destruction
Everything I built
Turned into ruin
No wonder my heart grew so cold
Doesn’t contain any feelings anymore
Neither to any human nor animal
Everything and everyone withdrew from the ground
Nobody can touch me, all human contact
It’s not doing me any good
Leaving too many scars behind
Although I could give a lot
Nobody wants to take
Abundance of excuses, alibis in thousands
Sparing me pleasures and troubles
Is it good or bad?
I don’t know anymore
Everyone disengaged
From the scope of my head
And at the same time
No one knows why?
Perhaps our paths
Are not parallel anymore
Too far to reach each other
Separate lives crossed once
Now left in distant locations – lacerations
Implausible and impossible to pronounce
As if written in foreign languages
Extinct, almost like my soul
On earth
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18 October 2021
revised on 1 February 2022
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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