to be where I stand

all doors closed,
the windows,
all entries shut.

no one is allowed, no is allowed.


to the lame ones

boredom feels the same when it stays
it feels the same even after it goes.
our own lack of perspective, empathy, and perception
leaves us naked;
loneliness can’t be felt when one’s alone.


If I could only-
with no lungs in my chest;
If I could-
see the light
with no sight left;
If I could-
speak with my chords cut,
and when there’s no more
smiles around
if I could smile,
to show who am I!