OUR SOUL IS BEAUTIFUL

this is my heart.

i read your text and ask,
how was your day, today?
was it wonderful, like me?

and you say,
“I’m on the road.”

…?

[I’m inside myself]

it’s hard to breath

and become insecure
from all the pain

I’m ashamed.

people i see.  everywhere
them — can they see me?
and for a moment i get sick
— i get desperate.

i get insecure from all
the pain
i’m so ashamed.

then after a moment
sweet time loves me
i get used to loneliness
and i feel fed from all
the emptiness life tries
so hard to teach me

:: 09-19-2014 ::