Trap For My Mind

I work in a blue cube

Clouds reflect on it, but never touch it.

My thoughts are bluish cubes:

tamed

orderly

chopped

 

I breathe in a blue cube

I try to breathe in a blue cube

I try to think in a blue cube

I try to feel in a blue cube

Feel, what a strange word

To utter in such a cube.

 

Others have grey cubes and I should be sorry

Others have no cubes at all and watch me judgingly

I should love my cube, they say

But how do they know what it’s like

To experience life from a blue glass cube

Never detained

Still,

Never free

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Farewell

I’ve met a ghost the other day

I looked at him, he looked away

 I tried to smile but couldn’t help,

To feel the sadness for his death.

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I tried to tell him I can feel

The sadness of his empty being.

He did not hear and did not care

I turned around and let him stare

                       *

At all that life has put between

His empty soul, my heart that fills

With everything he does not know,

He lost the day he sold his soul.

                     *

I’ve met a ghost the other day

He looked at me, I looked away

I couldn’t tell him he was dead

I looked at him and shook my head

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I’m sorry life has hurt you so

I loved you but…. so long ago

Goodbye dear ghost of youth and love

Our time has passed, now let me go.

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