by | Mar 30, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

For if you do not,
I won’t.
I dare,
If you don’t speak,
Walk away from you, not!
But closer to life.

If you like,
The colors
In my eyes
Will not change,
And a scene
For you
Might be strange,
When no fear
Shadows my eyes
And no tear.

All what you can,
For my heart
Is turned
A stone
To start
A journey
On my own,
Where you shadow me
No more.

This fake face
And go ahead—
Leave the race;
Life has barely
Made a start.
You may be,
But nothing now
Will stop me
Tearing you prison apart
And be
Whoever I can be.
… But myself,
… I am not.

October 17, 2014


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