sandpapered, raw emotions, 

sentiments, wounds cutting to the core,

afloat in cellophane dreams.


Fantastical flights, asphyxiating me in these hollow nights,

sealed on dotted lines,

signed away,

the simple freedom of hoping for a gentler way.


For now cellophane dreams are stacked with a shovel,

thrust down souls inured,

left emaciated in the dirt to grovel,

lost in the blur of today’s lies.


Tempus fugit, they say,

shedding some pain as time continually flies,

to a nearby space,

trapped within my bruised face,


so hear me when I say,

that i am also human.


I am also,

a part of your human race …