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.