Life Through The Glass
Life through the glass
When the icy wind is constantly swirling
And the blizzard ensnares me
The dark sky seems to stare at me
The crowded street and my individuality are two disjointed entities
Thinking about thinking
I feel infinite in my finiteness
I’m a microcosm bound to an unlimited macrocosm
Sometimes I am chaos and darkness
Sometimes I am a hazy fragment of a comet
Reserved and obscure
Subjugated to my passions and the immobility of the silence
I might live in my virtual reality made of my dreams
I wish I could be uninspired and stop writing poetry forever
But it is like an autodestructive thraldom
The more I write, the more I need to write
Not being a whole person anymore
I am a superposition of different fragments
Trust is more dangerous than fire
And people are enigmatic entities.
Esther Racah
