Disembodied

poetry

I never needed to win
being on top of things was too uncomfortable
yet there was the possibility of life
at the back of my mind.

The person I wanted to be
standing across the street, waiting for the green light
was so real.
While engrossed in nervous greed to make his smile mine,
worry sucked the glow out of my soul
I lost sight of all things true

Something is happening without me,
with the friends left behind
the dreams I dreamt
the children starving in far away lands

The sunlight has me recoiling inside myself
looking for the perfect escape
but it is nothing important or new,
only little sharp pains
to enjoy rainy days,
coins lying down on the pavement,
and fruits a bit too ripe.

Break

poetry

For so long I’ve been staring at this pale ground.
But these cemented feet have stood still too long.
With every inhale, this casket crumbles
And the vestige of your binds dispels to ash.
If you thought your insults like razors
Would keep me raw and wounded
And your seductive words like siren’s songs
Would keep me snared, then you were wrong.
Because I won’t be here
For you to tear me down,
And moving on is
One.
Step.
Forward.