I am lost in this melee
my feet are missing and my arms ache
I pull my neck high to peep through that hole
I refurnish my fears and swallow pride
I gulp down mouthfuls of rotting bile
lest I fall prey to prying eyes
I stand tall with trembling limbs
I twitch my eyes, blink, fail to catch the fire
my heart skips gallons of impure blood
my fingers refuse to ignite that horizon
wandering in barren woods
I sow sprouts and sprinkle water
and wait for another lifetime…
