Sunday 8 December 2013

I feel dead

I feel the distance
like walking on a long road to Australia from Bristol.
I feel the hopelessness
like the poor monkey that tried to capture the moon.
I feel the silence
like the hurricane crashing into a house made of straws.
I feel dead

like the breath of every man installed in a grave.

K.Oni 

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