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Face up at the sky, beyond the ceiling,
Water falling by, streaks on my skin,
Hundred pores on my shower, trickling,
Hours of night fall, bare limbs gave in.
Thoughts of dreams, pain they assert,
The few I had, the few that hurt,
Downs and ups with a prefix- break,
All the ascends and falls of late.
Eyes never shut more than seconds,
The cold of the water, I didn't wince,
More was the cold inside my body,
Tore from the chill, hands folding.
One of the pores doesn't drop,
It's stuck, like myself, staring,
Into it, an obscurity, a black hole,
Sucking in all emotions, all enduring.
Tired, I sit on the toilet floor,
Which once seemed all soil,
Now a resort, sending up shivers,
As my hind met the wet from the shower.
It never made sense what I saw,
Or what I perceived, I'm lost,
In time as the clear turned red,
From the gushes on my head.
No one shall know now, my secrets
Many to the grave, my bets,
Sins, much grave, in faith or out,
For solace in one, I scout.
I'll find it in an inevitabile loop,
Circle, of beginning and end,
Aside the pain, over the hurt,
Melancholy, a melancholy beyond words
See who cries, a river, or a crocodile?
I'm breaking the chronological order of my poems here. This poem is inspired by LofC96's very special book- The Signs We Missed. Must read.
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