The Wind Blows My Name by K.D. Lovett

I live in a cocoon 
of steel and concrete, 
camouflaged 
into the background of society. 
Time has become silent. 
Falling between
fear and peace, 
I feel blurry.
My future hides 
behind the hallucination 
that I am broken, 
trying to force 
a square to a curve. 
I soak in desperation, 
inhaling change, 
coughing uncertainty. 
My shadow laughs.
Thirsty for hope, 
snaring the sun, 
I shed my skin.

error: This content is copyright protected.
%d bloggers like this: