I cannot read I force myself to write
I find a thousand reasons not to care but I’m intrigued
and getting out of bed is quite the chore,
I feel that something’s off;
“Do I put up rhymes to soothe my mind
or are they just sweet nothings before sleep?”
My eyes are stinging daggers and my ribcage feels like stone
the legs won’t listen,
the air is stall
and the brain seems full of holes…
“Give me a reason!
Give me the bliss of things I cannot remember!
But put them in a box before…”
and let the rain washout the wax,
let it show those tiny cracks this statue of Adonis has –
I need not straight lines,
nor coronation over brothers,
no words to change me from inside,
no shaming of the Fathers…
Will I be able to forget,
to put aside all reasons of regret –
a mountain with a lake is all it takes
courage and strong hands
and burn the Empire,
may the Order fail…