The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I am stuck
Like an octopus on aquarium glass,
Forever looking at what lies beyond.
I am stuck
Like rust on a nail,
Unable to crawl onto the plank
That is part of it.
I fell asleep for a while
And someone buried me in a brick wall
With both arms out.
I scream
And manage to get my face out as well,
So I can scream louder.
But they don’t come.
Old men on bikes stop by me
To take photographs.
School children stop by me
To say how ugly I am.
I'm screaming
And they don’t hear it.
I am stuck
Like an octopus on aquarium glass,
Forever looking at what lies beyond.
I am stuck
Like rust on a nail,
Unable to crawl onto the plank
That is part of it.
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