Roots

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Passenger in My Body

The veins flow
So lively
So intent
I wonder, wonder
Their purpose
For I feel none

I simply laugh
I simply cry
I chug on
I stumble
And lie still

I stare out
These merciless windows,
My eyes
On and on
They go
Show me sights
Welcome, unwelcome
And indifferent

I call out
I beg to stop
The world is deaf
And so am I

Just a victim
A victim I am
Of the momentum
Momentum of my motion
Were it not for it
Just vacuum
Vacuum I would be

And so,
I simply laugh
I simply cry
I chug on
I stumble
And lie still

I thirst
To slit those
Those frenzied fools
And feel their redness
Burst my world
And then sigh
Sigh with content
And fall asleep
In my long-worn seat


---
Samudri

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