Shredded wings

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

 

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