By Sick of the sickness of your soul
Barely baring your blindness
(deafness drowning your dreams of freedom into such endless noise,
the noise of all the words you shout
believing you are heard or that it counts).
You’re simply numb in the jungle of your thoughts that shred your wings
Right on the open stage you’re fearlessly climbing on.
(I tell you: Forget flying through the burning skies above the world.
Just let it be.
Just let it burn.)
July, 24th, 2017
Worlds of Words 