Miss Life
Free Verse
Listened and read through the night till the light was tired and wept on my eyes
Juggled whole concepts with stress and tension till existentialism wasn’t an ism but a mattress
Poetry filled old copies while like Tetris I became floppy and fell sideways like a plank of ashes
I dreamt in dashes. An empty ashtray carried my burning mindset.
Nice trick.
These sentences remind me of how I could destroy shit.
I could fight like Achilles and still die from an arrow in some Troy shit.
I could bite the bytes and mega into some gigabyte shit
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I took a lot of space but all of it was only from within
I became too little from the outside and saw myself belittled, my skin became too thin
Try this. Try that. And yes I tried it. I looked into a mirror and saw myself divided
Hundred voices wearing war paint and armour charging the mosh pit
Like a Viking I tried to kill my inner demons with a war face and axe my fears
Like a King’s blood, who fell fatally wounded in mid battle in his land to revive some survival instinct in men
I am done with shit. Yes I’m done maintaining all bridges.
I’m done worrying about my stitches. I’m done thinking about revenge on my snitches.
I am done asking for kisses.
Miss Life, If I pass by you, I wont miss you but I may miss this.
I bet it, and I won’t regret it.
Moin, 2025
