It all fell away, everything,
and I stood on the brink
the sky seemed to tumble under
me, I tried to step on the stars
but they fell away too. The ocean
grew motionless around me
even the fish froze.
Before it was all water
until the universe was sucked
out of me like a vacuum.
Now I can only shiver
locked in a conversation with
God. Alone everything is grey
and I’m surrounded by strangers
but which one is me.
Isn’t that what all poetry is
speaking to strangers.
Opening up my wound
so everyone can see what I
have lost. I lost it when my
waters broke, when my lungs
exploded. And there poverty
stared at me, like a
rabid dog it savaged me.
Without help it’s all instinct,
there’s a crazy silence thumping
in my head. Speaking to strangers
isn’t easy but soon I will find
my answer.
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