August sings in broken verses,
my heart missing a beat
for every shadow
I see through the window.
My head hurts
because all the curtains in white
hide so many mirrors.

My face turns pale
with blood trails
the soul took leaving.
I stare silently at the sun
refusing to drown,
though all the warmth went away.

I stitch close my lips.
A liberation from imprisoning words;
said things that
did not make the difference.

Can you see the water
they spill on the earth?
All the dreams,
that someone once had,
suffocate in the dust
of a lost childhood.

I fell from a tree,
was climbing towards mystery.
Down here they sell maps,
but I can't find
where I was going.
Only strange names
with no meaning
and lines representing
roads I'll never walk.

// There are some many strange faces that I've never seen. Some of mine lack polish.