POETRY
what dwells within. I'm afraid you may see it. fighting for life.
Poetry?
What is it. this feeling.
As if I'm a cloud of dust.
Suffocating, deadly if it does not subsist.
A threat to life.
That light that brings you joy
The one that lightens your spirits.
welcoming,warm, tolerant.
Respects your will, it is not here.
It's that cloud of dust, this toxic smog.
that threatens your life.
in your house, smothering you, stealing your air.
conveying this feeling is not good.
I feel like death. void of joy.
How am I to go on?
With Poetry?
Where is that light
That overcomes?
Is it not enough to break through the smog? This cloud of dust?
Are we meant as two?
No.
Where is that wind, to blow me away?
Where is that water to wash me away?
Where is that flame
This is killing you.
This evil of heart is all I feel.
It must be expelled.
I invite you to be that wind that water that flame.
Remove it.
This Poetry.