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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
Copyright ©
Pola Szelka
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