Daily life

lost in the highlights of the day
the person recedes, the cover-ups stay
ballooning we fly higher and high
blasted they lie we cry and dismay



I am brimming with emotion
don’t ask me
the colour of its shades
when I try to hold
examine and name it
its shape mutates
and the colour fades

I request the time
to hold its hurry
not to speed

let me caress my wound
let me weed
out the shrapnels
the extent of my injury

but the time moves on
pressing hard
the cave in my heart