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Sunday, October 31

the day i stopped growing

do not let go, i have been by myself all this time, breathe above me o’ life tree,

teach me how to walk, once again

veil me behind your wrinkled long branches, sing me a lullaby, life’s not right 

my face is blemished, & my eyes feel grimy

this skin is stolen, sewn unskillfully

 

my body has become a pyre, a thousand cremations done

on the verge of collapsing, I have not eaten since you fed me last

my lungs play a melody long forgotten

while my eyes cannot choose but weep

sour oceans,

 

expecting a storm ahead

 

you called me a gem, called me a diamond

why did you bring me up this way?

this world doesn’t see me with the same eyes as yours,
won’t you scold the world now ma?

 

I have grudges against everyone,

I have complaints & I have wounds

they intimidate me mother

feed me just this once-

come back to me.

 

 

I DON’T WANNA WAKE UP! I DON’T WANNA WAKE UP! I DON’T WANNA WAKE UP! I DON’T WANNA WAKE UP! I DON’T WANNA WAKE UP! I DON’T WANNA WAKE UP!

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