Friend, have you ever felt yourself hovering over your body?
Watching as it mechanically acts, laughs, lives;
and you, moving it like a ragged doll, trapped in your own space and time which never ends.
Friend, have you felt yourself not being yourself lately?
Keeping up a face that you know will not kick you out of your job,
brushed with frozen kindness that raises many stares but not many questions.
Friend, are you scared?
When you're everything in nothing?
When you're sleeping through the chaos?
Friend, I'm terrified.
I don't want to sleep.
Please, hold my hand
through this eternal trip.
YOU ARE READING
Lighthouse
PoetryA lighthouse is your only hope in the vast ocean and you can only hope the crashing waves won't tear it apart. Poems that I wrote in order to live. Each photo that is accompanying each poem is mine, representing memories which go back years. © Alex...
