Poems

Lobotomy

Lobotomy

by: Clara Cecilia Cordero

                                                                                 December 28, 2013

I feel like home

Cold and alone.

The tiles of the shower feel like ice against my skin.

I told you to let me

own the solstice of my life.

I feel like home

A prison without escape.

The pen against my skin an open window that only let’s see the empty inside.

I tried to break it off.

But my will is too weak to even breath.

I feel like home.

Cold and alone

I feel the ice cold tiles of the shower against my skin.

Heartwarming and comforting memories

Or have you heard of life?

Will I be able to loose inside.

The past, will I?

Just put the needle here

And let me survive of a well known

Memory of a cold and empty house.

Delete all the worse hours, delete who I was.

Now be kind and tell me who you are.

A mouth or two.

With no sight or mind to have alive.

Cause after all this chatter I already lost who I was.

I feel like home

Cold and alone

But what is home but the sad, sad story.

Of a new erased beginning

Of a killer of lives.