Simple Words
What are the simple
for joy and sadness?
I do not have a clue.
Don’t ask the sun or the moon.
Who could describe
how I feel inside of me?
I would not know where to start.
There are no simple words.
I do not feel so good.
I do not feel as bad as other days.
The future is uncertain.
I lack the courage
of a lion tamer.
Anxiety he drinks me up
like a glass of water.
I can’t put my finger on it.
I distain metaphors.
I search for the simple word.
I like to be sure.
I look for simple words.
The day is long
and my head feels heavy.
I do not feel so good.
I do not feel love.
I feel like I’m going mad.
The birds sing in a mocking tone,
not with tenderness.
I do not feel good.
My face is burning
and my eyes are dazed.
I am catching fire.
It does not feel so good,
and I bite my tongue.
The Faces
The faces are large and small,
shaved, unshaven, with handle bar
mustaches or thin ones. After a while
a child’s face appears and a voice
speaks out, welcome to your life.
Coping with these visions is
hard. The fatal crash of sanity
is a tough pill to swallow. A marriage
with madness is not a picnic.
The bartender serves me drinks.
I want to escape this world, find
the old person I used to be.
I take a pill but it is useless.
I see the faces in my glass.
First Verses Seeking Their Counterparts
Your hands are soft
like a breeze
pressing against my face.
Stripping away all
thoughts, you sit,
where you can hear birdsong.
You hold out, just
waiting to
hear what you find missing.
Like the hermit
you’ve become,
you keep everything
an arm’s length away.
You remain still
as the world’s
at a frenzied pace.
If you could be
invisible,
you would be at ease.
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