I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

Trampled

A torn piece of my soul flies away

It has nowhere to go

The pains are real

As real as the tears that flood my eyes

Something is a miss

I feel a distinct pinch of emptiness

I have loves and passions

But still they are not my real friends

There is a creepy freedom 

From everyone and everything

Nothing

identifies as mine

Nobody

belongs to me

I am like that empty piece of can on the street

That every passerby tramples and kicks away

I go this side

I go that side

From side to side

My existence fluctuates

Without a gravity I am falling 

F

a

l

l

rapidly into deep black space

There seems to be no end

All this makes me very sad

All this makes me restless

To find a solution

To this stagnant evolution

Everyone around me seems to be growing

Why is it that I find myself not moving?

I need an answer 

From the silence of this night

From the unresponsive winds

From my torn and weary heart.