Caged
Why do you ask
me
Whether I feel
unhappy
And whether my
day takes a bath in despair.
Captured within
four walls
only wifi,
virtual hugs, no kisses
Slowly freezing
In a doomed
scenario.
Why do you
assume my house is not a castle
but a prison,
and I should be
desperate to get back my freedom
in stead of
mourning about the lost.
As if missing
fresh air
is as terrifying
as being on a ventilator
fighting for
breath
blood clots in
your lungs.
Nurses in
astronaut suits
as your only
angels
guiding you on
the road of death
Isolated from
the ones you love
You die alone.
Scary
Birds still die
in your violent silences
no longer sing
in the poison of your hatred
losing their
wings, their self-esteem
Like me.
It's scary being
always the last person in a row
It's scary when they make your name swim in
blood
It's scary when you're forgotten
It's scary not to be invited to the party
It's scary to be less appreciated, less loved,
less preferred
It's scary to be rejected
to be dispensed,
eliminated, isolated
not loved
It's scary when they laugh at you
Making fun of
your pain
It's scary being humiliated
feeling
powerless
crippled by
gossip
left out as the
third person
life forever
without safety belt
It's very, very
scary to be terrorized.
Death Bells
I don’t need to
hold your heart
to feel it loves
me
from a meter
distance
I can sense your
tenderness
when you have
any time left
for us
please spend
your last minutes with me
let’s forget about
statistics
the sterile side
of numbers
wash of the
shamelessness
pain
every two o
clock in the afternoon
when we hear the
death bells ring
lay your head in
my lap
we will be
endless
masters of the
sky
beyond any virus
for who knows
how far a sick bird can still fly....
and how
underlying suffering
can have strong
and proud wings
new and
challenging possibilities
as there is no
end to infinity
dreams and
aspirations
And may it be no
more than a day
another
sleepless night
or as long as a
nightmare lasts
lets not be
scared
let us live
let us love.
MARIAN EIKELHOF
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