The liquid mind
Cannot get through the keyhole;
It traps me inside the room.
I am surrounded by water;
Trying to come to terms
With the annihilated past
And the acid tears
That weren’t mine.
I am an iceberg
And my melted heart
Is sinking this Titanic
And everybody else on board.
It’s getting cold;
My eyes are closing on their own,
Not giving me a chance to understand.
I go under.
I will remain,
Creating ripples on the water surface,
Melting the last of it,
The last of me.
I am a leafless tree.
Green is fading to grey with every day
That turns into minutes
Time is picking up speed and taking off.
I can’t follow,
I am busy counting numbers and pixels.
Absorbed by the monotonous sounds
I don’t raise my head towards the other pair of eyes;
It’s not looking at me anymore.
I see shades of blue directed elsewhere.
Longing for the past,
Reminiscing of the lost,
Of the useless.
The dreary air is crawling into the lungs
And greying me out.
I am pixelating.
Now you can’t tell me from the pixels
That I was so busy counting.