Staggered by a wind of shame;

 

Writing helplessly scraps of nonsense;

 

Even if intentions came;

 

I won’t jump the fence.

 

 

Lying in blood mud;

 

Still believing an insane god;

 

That is not a part of me;

 

But a scar of treachery.

 

 

Shivering in silence;

 

Nothing but myself to hate;

 

Will I free my conscience?

 

Or stay stubborn in my faith?

 

 

A window crashed in my mind;

 

So much of me collapse;

 

No more I will be binded; 

 

Until my next relapse.

 

 

The body of community is so frail;

 

Our fear put us on a trail… we’re going backward.