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The stranger at home

I’ve never felt so lonely
Than what I do now
My own shadow consumes
My self pity.
In the fury of my relisation,
It occurs to me
That I’m a stranger
In my home town.
I bit down hard on my lip
Maybe this is not real?
But it is. I am here
And everything has changed
And I feel a disconnection,
Disjointed. Like someone has
Pulled my beating heart right out
Of my chest
Wrapped it with cling wrap
And put it back inside me
Then told me to act normal.

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