Madness Without Him
by Mario Gerada

Everything reflects,
on everything we project.

I try
and I cry
and I shout
and I scream
and I stumble
and fall
on the floor
and I crawl
and I twitch
and I twirl
on dry land
and I search
and I dig
and I sow
and I grow
I lack breath
in distress
I’m feeling drained
I’m losing track
of my own steps.

Tearless weeping
unvoiced cries
unheard lamentations
fill the sky.

Turned and twisted,
trying to hold on to hope,
faith has gone astray
I’m stranded to my own self. 

 

© 2015 Mario Gerada

 


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