Most of my life
I’ve been all alone.
Existence is a strife
tearing me to the bone.
My friends are few,
and family, untrue.
I had my companions,
all them long lasting,
my wonderful sirens
who ended my fasting
periods and despair
of belonging nowhere.
My mind is wounded.
Nothing too serious.
My scars are funded
as the ones of others.
Wrinkles in clay
from childhood to stay.
Highways of the unconscious
trigger emotional responses
no matter how rigorous
my knowledge of nuances
designing the brain
and my heart in pain.
You can not fly
whilst having no wings.
Most people deny
the physical rings
defining our soul,
will and call.
Saturday, 3rd June 2021
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