Spinning in circles
No more than merry-go-round-and-round.
Here, you left me standing and right here I am
Like a nest, for the bird that may not return
A prat I am, they say
My bare feet on coals yet every time I blink
I pray for you
By thorns of your lies, my heart, pricked
Every tear that leaves my eye is a wish
Wishing you were here.
And every breath I take reminds me of you.
I gave you my all and held on to nothing.
I’m cold and deaf in this loud silence
As my heart bleeds at each passing moment
I’m still here, glued to the idea of you
Returning to me.
Poem © Fatsani Chione