free-dom II

I’ve always wondered what it would be like

to get rid of the monsters in just one swat

like a fly smashed against a wall or window

and it has eventually happened that way

*

one night they were all gone

as if packed into one suitcase, they emigrated

to another world

cold or hot, I really don’t care

*

the fact is I can’t think of them

as permanent tenants in my apartment

why would I feed them

if they don’t serve me at all?

*

their unreasonable ideas

they don’t fit in my life anymore

if ever, they only changed it so

into one pitiful stain

*

putrid like fish a week after being discarded

so now my home smells nice, no room for that

erroneous excavation

emulsifying trifle

*

there is no need to combine different energies

into one quirky little thing

who needs it? I don’t

so, I’m going to stick to it

*

it just happened that way over the years

that everyone wanted even the tiniest part of me

so, what were they left with if nothing

while I gained a whole range of things

*

mainly words, circumstances, and persons

to cram them into plots of the prettiest things

filling blank pages with black ink

without thinking too much about anything else

*

and their unawareness of it

it’s the best thing that could have happened to me

still a dream, yet slowly becoming

a lucid reality

*

December 2022

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