And sometimes- just sometimes-
The words cannot do justice to all that I feel;
The sentences cannot conceive all that I have seen;
No device or imagery can re-create the worlds to where I have been.
And in moments like these
I strip myself naked to flesh and bone
And let water run over my skin
Like blood runs underneath it.
I stand as still as a skeleton would
And watch as water runs over my wound
It enters it but I shall not flinch
I shall not cry; I shall not die.
After walking on the sharp edge of this life
I have finally made it home tonight.
Covered in the ashes of my soul
I have finally made it home
But is home a home with nobody waiting
To hold you as you come undone?
As I see red water sink into drainage
I am reminded of my wreckage.
They say I was made of just mud
Then I wonder where did blood come from?
When did I become more than just dirt and dust?
When did I evolve to who I am today?
I’m hollow in my fullness,
I have eyes but not vision
I have ears but cannot listen
My mouth is nothing but an empty pit
Filled with dirt and filth.
My feet travels and ventures
But I am reaching nowhere.
My heart is striving for something
But it hits into nothing but nothingness.
Pic credits: Suruj Rajkhowa ❤