Friday 24 February 2017

Poem 34

splendiferous effort
too long, too short
too small, too tall
it is dark inside
no hearing, no reason
clumsy senses,
it is dark inside
should had turned west,
east,you took, then left
of the right
like a ping-pong ball
bouncing back and forward
sometimes you hit the net

no hearing, no reason
clumsy senses
absent faith
dripping, dripping,
it is dark inside
those familiar faces
across the glass
you do not recognise them
trying to reach,
trying to touch, you fail
to see you

inside it is dark
your silent mind
so loud,
aching and breaking
invisible in your shell
in plain view you hide
no hearing, no reason
clumsy senses,
crab walk in the rain
dripping, dripping,

it is dark inside