Bore-do(o)m

Silence overwhelms me,
extends around me like
missing air at infinity
and chokes me,
drives me crazy.
My will battle with my eyes,
and in the center of my chest:
void,
a void so immense
that is full.
My head works slowly
like a robot that has to be oiled,
and my feet are tired
of all the miles I didn’t walked.

.

[My place is

..[a big colorless hole

…[inhabited

….[by Silence

Two Days Gone

Two days gone and me without writing. Two days, goddamit. I think my mind is getting

 

Dry.

      Empty.

                Without.

           Life.

 Words.

Verses. 

           Poetry.

                      Art.

                            Love.

 

Two days gone

and me without writing. 

I feel empty

I feel robbed of my soul

I feel bored

I feel the pen like a fat dead body that need to be carried to the cemetery,

be burned and

it’s ashes

spilled on the floor like a puzzle of 

1000000

              pieces

                         and

                                forgotten

 

                              (but, not !)