There is a secret
About me
A failure, a reflex
It corrupts me
I follow spinelessly,
predictable
Till I satiate my hunger
For this worthless act
Collecting every
little memory
As a reminder of my
Own inability
To let this urge go
Hiding this Secret like
a tresure of Gold
Hunting in places
For a sustained projection
For a whisper, for a moment’s security…
But it won’t last long
Shamefully, I promise it
Was the last time…
Dragged by
This boundless force
Falling into
My own deepest abyss
This what I feel and
This what I am
It’s never the same…
A slalom-run
Through alibis