Do you hear me?

Here’s a bleak attempt to pass this piece of writing as a poem because I’m quite not-literate in this genre of writing but have high regards for all the poets and lyricists out there and their sheer ability to romanticize almost anything and everything. Also, Yuri has nothing to do with the melancholic undertone of this poem, trust me. Though the weird fever-dream-like scenarios are poorly inspired by the genius of Jeff Mangum’s flaming pianos and two-headed people.

I wake up as the sun is setting, taking down with it the radiance and smile

It’s getting cold outside

And as the gentle breeze wafts through my tangled hairs, a cold shiver runs down my spine

I’m in this field again.

I inherit the earth and bathe in its muckiness

I rub my skin with the cries of ravens high above

The open wounds in the salt of the air.

I dress myself in sorrow

And broken promises and lies, it’s okay everything’s alright.

I see a crowd across the field, chatter fills up the air,

I approach clutching at the crevices of my myriad.

I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out

The words are lost in a dimension all different.

I try to search for something to fill up the empty spaces

Do you hear me?

I am at a loss.

And then its night again

The sky is purple and distant

Do you hate me?

For I don’t say much

And what I say is not enough

All wrong.

The heavy sleep soon envelops me

The forlorn death wish remains

Do you hear me?

Is this alright?

Circa November 2021