there it’s lying again
on the bottom of fact
that heart

beneath my feet
and jerks

want to pick it up
and place it back

where emptiness
is gaping

but arms are broken

there it’s lying again
perished with love
that hope

thrown out of the train

want to get up
reach the station

and take my seat

but legs are failing

picking up
pulling together
getting in
closing the doors

but soul is burning


© by elis rotter