Staring into nothingness
the warmth is leaving
and numbness takes its place
Once more just wasting time
but not the last time that it counts
And so I'm closing in
this time myself and not another
onto these shades of white
that somehow have a life
Funny that I cannot say
why these words somewhere inside
only come out when they do care
and never find their way
When I'm wishing I could say
Maybe this is a deeper look
at my intentions than before
but maybe not - and even if
they still remain a lie
As concealing truths with full intent
sometimes is named a crime
I am my own offence,
court and convict
And the judge that sentences me
to solitary confinement
behind walls of flesh and bone
And so my life will no more see
the place where it went wrong
Because it didn't know
where it belonged
Birth sign: Capricorn
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