March 3, 2009 at 7:09 pm (poem)

Wusch, begraben
Sehnsucht zu gehen
Wärme zwischen den Wänden
zu Hause sein
was ist hier
wo ist es sonst
Zukunft als Streckbank
Kälte als Decke
einsam.

—-

an oppression
with hands tied and face down
just visible
as shadows under my eyes
nightly visits
silent chaos
hands clenched
wings restricted
behind inner walls.

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