the vocabulary of anguish
has peeled away
my strength.

Today, like all days
came like a habit
a dullness tethered
to its umbilical cord

frowning, and gasps resound
in the four walls in my head.

sometimes, being alone
is unraveling yourself
but then, i unravel too much
like wool strewn across the room
that no one picks up
just avoids to get to the other side.

Death mocks and comes
to visit sometimes
with his creative suicidal thoughts
and even though i hang out with him
for a while
i have the sense to walk away

sometimes, i feel
like a plant
without water

or more like a sky
without the stars.