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The alarm rings
pulls me upwards out of the depths of sleep
with a gasp I break the surface
drowning in air
Newer: Cloudburst →
She sits quietly in the corner,
Headphones on,
A loud silence filling her ears.
Thoughts drift as clouds across her face.
Occasionally her eyes shine through,
The sun breaking through …
Soul
I lose myself, somewhere –
Accidentally leave my soul on a train station bench
Next to an abandoned coffee cup and a discarded ticket stub.
It takes a while for the emptiness to sink in
And until it does I run on auto-pilot,
Going through the motions, acting whole;
Even I am fooled into thinking I’m here.
But sooner or later I break.
Gradually everything loses its shine
I view the world distantly;
Watch it through the self-same train’s windows
Scratches and graffiti blurring the lines.
It’s a type of sadness, melancholy.
Missing who I was, or am, or could be.
It’s a painful space, a hollowness
That, without a soul, I am unable to fill.
Without power, the train gradually slows
And stops.
But the doors still don’t open.
The world is there, almost within grasp,
And I feel my soul calling to be found.
I cannot call back.
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