this world
is broken
broken up
up up up
smashed
beneath a dragons claw
knocking on deaths door
where are you all?
I had friends once
I think
it wasn't only me
or was it
was I the only one here
always
broken just like now
whys and what's and how?
blood is the colour
of a
broken life
just like this one
the smell of a heartbreak
save no one
broke my heart
apart
from this
am I here?
where am i?
I'm not me
I'm not you
but there is no you
no me
either
the taste
of arid
hatred
is on my tongue
broken heart head lungs
so many questions
so many answers
none fit
none for me
I'm a round peg but there's
no hole
no hole
ruined buildings
high up trees
of metal and cogs
not leaves and logs
must have been others here once
but they were
taken
taken
put here
but by who?
there is no who
only me
who?
who?
am I?
YOU ARE READING
lost in translation
Poetry"sometimes on the way to a dream you get lost and find a better one"
