I can touch you.
I can kiss you
or
I can scratch your face.
I can punch you in the stomach
or
I can swing you in my arms
like a little baby.
You won’t feel it.
You are not here.
Numbed, you drift, float.
Just pale flesh sits across me, trapped in a body
without attention, goal, motivation, idea
in temptation to give up.
I can see through you.
I see a desert, deserted of anything human.
Just yellow sand and auburn sky, in vast emptiness
that merge in distance
without horizon, just one dot where time and space collapse.
There are winds, your thoughts, constantly try to
build a new landscape, sand dunes, your new realities.
Still, nothing changes. The form might be different, the essence is the same.
You throw sand into my eyes to blur my vision, yet I manage to see.
I see through you.
I learned from you.
However we try,
we can be surrounded by thousand people and still be lonely.
And it hurts like hell.
Afterwards.. you are just stoned.
Maja S.. Todorovic
That one got me on a melancholy evening …
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sorry, if I’ve spoiled your mood 🙂 This one I wrote almost 2 years ago and it’s interesting how our writing changes. I would write this completely different now 🙂
LikeLike
No you didn’t spoil anything, just a strange evening, follows I thought lost reappeared with words from 2 or 3 years ago, as if they found something of who they are perhaps they thought they’d lost? …
LikeLiked by 1 person
I see what you mean. Well, I had a strange evening too, traveling for 7 hours from Berlin to Hague, so many people crowded in one place, but everyone is so busy with themselves, just vacant bodies moving stuff from one place to another or just staring in the phone – no human contact really. And it reminded of this poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Really good.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very beautiful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person