another
street
another
chance
yet she
runs away
'cause it's
all she's ever known
all she's
ever loved has perished
no safe
ground to land on
and her
wings flutter with madness
*
no matter
how familiar a name can sound
no matter
where home can be felt
it all
disappears, even if guarded
the surface
of our hearts torn
from all
the shakes we let in
this
man-made suffering
can make a
stone of the heart
*
losing is a
game of the wind
the speed
at which it takes
the blows
it leaves behind
the chills
it sets down the skin
there are
galaxies hidden in the stories we write
and some
words too, may lose their meaning
but in
doing so what do they gain?
*
Yesterday I watched a movie called Short term 12; and since lately I've been feeling like I'm losing everything and everyone, this poem just poured out.