Grey Area

I write this poem
To pour out my spirit and soul
Into my bones,
Lock them up there,
Until I explode into iotas.

So many troubles bother me
Pain sticks close like a brother to me
I don’t know why my shadow follows me on light but unfollows in my unhidden darkness of time.

The world is a landscape
But when my tears gather to overflow
It tilt my view into portrait, blurring different sides, and placing its lens on me.

Now the world is mine,
The world is me
Broken emotions made it motionless
Freezing thoughts, now I glitch in words
Unbecoming to become what I am not

Tochi