Namesake
I feel
myself being teared apart
By
every step and every hour
I feel
their hands pulling me down
This
lugubrious place is who I am
And I
cannot cut my roots
Despite
all clues and shivers
That I
feel behind my back
Inside
I get to do my own paintings of myself.
And I drank it until the last
Drop of what I became in
this past years
I drowned myself into the
fresh poison
And abandoned all the
ignorance
That keeps us safe from
the world's
Creepy illusions
This heady illusions that
kill
Every namesake within.
Do all who discover the stanchions
Of loneliness
Became alone?
The remote challenges of existing
This heavy burden that
lies
Inside the soul
The pervasive but still
subtle
Touch of solitude
I only embrace the shade that carries me.