Anymore
I feel discontented
My soul wanders
Being aimless in every attempt to pretend a form of happiness
It is too ambitious to aspire for a serenity that got lost
Now and forever, the pains blend with all kinds of feelings
And writing is the only way to survive
Living in the poetry rhymes
Not human anymore
Not corporeal anymore
In this process, no physical sense takes part
The time stopped to breath
Day and night are melt
And the sun plays with the moon in the dizzy sky
My eyes are open, and I gasp, holding my breath
My feelings are frozen
I cannot perceive any physical sensation
My mind is in confinement
And my only liberty dwells in my silent words
Scattered like water drops on a meadow
My lyrics are free to fly away from the absurdity of this physical world.
Esther Racah
