HOVERER

Is one of those periods

in which I don't know

where I belong

 

so I try to fix everything beside myself.

I turn off the lights

in searching for your shadow

you are not there to confort me this time

I am with myself

fighting with my feelings

loosing again

while tears are falling from my eyes.

I would like to say  to you sorry

sorry because one time I hated you

and now I am crying reading at your words

 

cradled, hovered in this hurricane of chords

 

whipped from what have always scared me most.

 

In late again I have lost the chance

and have to wait the train to pass again on my way

counting the years in every single tear.

 

© Diana Mistera 16.7.2013