That feeling...
When you feel so lost, deaf and speechless,
the only sense you have left is sight.
Shades of grey that that leave you wordless
and deprive you of all light
which once led your way
through the darkness.
Desire for beauty,
craving for joy,
makes you abandon the duty
and stop being a toy
in the hands of the worthy
or so they call themselves.
That feeling...
When colourful walls become a cage,
the list of things that you should be happy about
merely a soaked page,
unreadable, carried away.
She said: you have everything,
but everything is a bottomless word,
a promise that angels sing.
Their golden wings, a resemblance to a bird,
floating above it all,
laughing,
asking why,
why are you so unhappy girl,
your water loving soul completely dry.
That feeling...
When even written word,
scent of flowers, taste of food
and softness of hair
is not enough.
Loneliness and weariness
take the lead instead.
Cause you are tired of yearning,
of giving,
of trying.
Maybe you truly do not belong in here.
Maybe you were made for another galaxy,
a place lovely, silent and queer.
Maybe a day will come,
when you will reunite with your lost family,
find a place to be
filled.
Like a caterpillar that has transformed into a butterfly
and finally
learnt
to
fly.
