Self-Locked
1st Phase of a personal lockdown
Self-locked
Denial
brought my world into a still state
Blocking feelings,
into fantasy immerse.
Nice escape
for a scared human being
But the
blanket won’t fight the ghosts again.
Closing
eyes to an open heart fully aware
Of mumbling
steps on tiptoes towards the unknown
Where have
the path gone?
Breathe and
dream that reality becomes fair.
For a time
and a place no longer valid.
For a state
of mind that squirm itself.
Can dreams
lift a heavy heart?
Maybe
visuals can show me a turn
Where I do
not fear the invisible
Where reality
is a fake illusion made.
So close
your eyes and go inwards
Hold my
hand and embrace me
I will
whisper t’ you: “hope”, “calm”
Even if tears
follow the warmth.
I feel that
I fell much better
Down a
rabbit hole much more
Comfy,
reversed, sound.
Where the
tree’s tears can hug me.
I have lost
all good sense,
Or the bad
just left me
Well
attended and hopeful
That
hopeless is not ingredient for my world.
Fear comes
and goes as a still stranger.
Certainty
was never certain.
Just a mere
smile before sleep:
Someday all
this will be a bad dream.
13/9/2020
2nd piece submitted to WESTIVAL 2020
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