H E L P

How to describe in words What i feel? The piano it can spill The music of my heart. But to share the soul in prose? Piano keys are not enough for me They sing of my soul the colour the feel Never the goddam juicy meat. Must i cut myself up? Feed the earth with my many pieces. Finally rise Oh! I would rise to the stars. ‘Soul’ some say If I’m honest it’s probably ‘brain’. Yet Both are but words And none of them are right. Part of the sun. An impossibly matched ping pong game. Again and again. The silence after lightning, Its smell! It’s heat! Teenage girls first time cutting their own hair. Sisyphus letting go Crushed. Free It’s just not right