Live

I walked on 

And on 

And on

Wore the shoes

they gave me

Never enjoyed the sand

Mirage of appreciation 

And sand dunes

of lies

What I hold is 

Slipping away

I am in woe

of losing what I don’t want. 

I set the roof so high

I can’t hear the raindrops 

Silver is the sky

and my memories in

Monochrome

Home

Where is home?

On this the stairway

to all things great?

This what I made love to?

A motherly embrace?

The unholy pleasure of 

Substance?

Hence I deem

it meaningless. 

That hickey on your body, meaningless

Top of the stairway,

meaningless

The strip under your tongue,

meaningless 

The castle on the clouds, 

meaningless

Warm touch of mother,

meaningless. 

Mother

Dilemma

I do not know

Whether to live

Or to live longer?