...As If Your Life Depends On It...
Pandemic Poetry by Lizgonmad

I might, just have realised
How much I've been sleeping,
Sleep walking
How much I've been cheating
Self sabotage stalking
Thus I say, excuse me!
I've been breaking rock!
A man can't shine his boots
When he is at war
Just sometimes, there's time for a wipe
For a war strike
Just today, I said " I love you so much" to myself
For breaking all that rock
For bruising them hands for yourself
Dare to say I used all the surviving skills stock
Don't think there's anything left on that shelf...
Beginning to understand more and more
The endless cruelty this word provides
Thus, more and more, about the goodness too, besides
It's not even like I am not alive and healthy
It's not like I don't have warm hearted friends
And a guitar to ask for mercy
It's not like, my not existent husband is missed at night
Or even, just this note book that I write
Just one of them should be enough
Surely, the first one of these good conditions should suffice
Erm, just take a look at the clock!
Tick - tock
And there's the time
The memory block
Oh, and there's the blame
The procrastination and the shame
Ah, there's the regret, so we don't forget the bet
You do it again , you drown in shit
Or you just learn that regretting something
Is a growing fish net
So use your own hands to do it
And learn from it!
It's like pain, ladies & gentleman,
Without it you wouldn't live
I know it sounds lame
But if you don't hear me
You won't even have to try
If you don't hear that tick - tock
It will only be one more sigh
Our time in this world/universe
Is an esoteric second
Organically, just a short fart
That, however stinks your soul
And infects your heart
So, I would suggest
Let that fart be long
Cause somewhere in the middle there's fresh air
There are amazing moments to share
That's why you long even when you say you don't care
One day, you will remember and realise
That this lameness that I provide
It's simply because the end is always near
So you must be wise
On how you spent this time and it must be clear
There's no going back otherwise
Lizgonmad
06.11 20
About the Creator
Lizgonmad
My real name is Lisandra Macedo, I am musician and writer and can't wait to share my soul with all of you!


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