my poems

chained to my thoughts

it is only me and the neighbor's dog
awake at this hour of the night
he is chained to his home
and i'm chained to my thoughts

great power requires great responsibility
but has anyone thought of a solution
to what if that power comes from
the horrible freedom of anarchy?

this middle aged man sitting in a van
returning from his work at 2 am
looking at his phone, his head crooked
and for a second

he's passing by my house fastly
i wonder maybe he would be me from another reality
cause what is a me anyways?
more than a chameleon adapting in its new place?

i've been eating less all day
to give my brain some extra space to think
thought maybe if i starved my stomach
maybe it would make me feel alive again
maybe i'd feel human again.

and now im sitting with the kitchen table
forcing my mouth to accept a sandwich
im not enjoying it the smallest bit
but it doesnt matter
we all do things to survive, right?

i think a bat just flew by
it almost got in my house
i got mad at first, this is not its place
but then again,
wasn't i the one wearing a batman tshirt
painted all black?
wasn't i the one yearning?
wasn't i the one
who wished it stayed?

06.07.2022
02:51