when I wake up

I ask “who are you?”

and I am a broken

pair of arms

finding out what I have become

like water in a a dirty gutter

let’s go along on years

where for so many trips

my heart has been speechless

Mr. Despair, I do not like you very well,

a place that nobody goes

a flower that asks you

to lie down in the road

so you may be run over like a truck

Mr. Despair, I do not like you very well,

you take and destroy but

leave enough to die for

with memories so blue and bad

I wish to dive and duel

like the pilot’s view

in old world wars

let’s go on years

where so many trips

my heart has been left speechless

Mr. Despair I do not like you very well

take the idea from a river

like me

go floating into roots

at the bottom of a tree

making me a new life

after I died here so long?

Mr. Despair I do not like you very well