i look at you my dear
and all i see is a reflection
your tears a glass mirror
of discomfort and anger
makes more sense to break than not
being trapped within these walls
so crowded that you fight for breath
and even a place to put your legs
it messes up your head
outside so different from in
and then it hits you
you're the one out of sync
stuck in a frayed cardboard box
the world is such a messy place
there is nowhere you run to
when home is the synonym of hate
mirror tears in my memory too
the ancient and the recent
this won't end any time soon
so tell me, how can we bear it?
as i sink into my music and words
and hide behind papers and screens
bubbling myself from the world
what are you going to turn to?
- 11 August 2020
