escape-me-not

my feet walk
into the darkness
my eyes can’t see well
but here it’s a mess:
an unmade bed,
a shuffled memory,
an endless video clip
on the glitching screen.
my arms aren’t ready for the protection
and my body parts only come out
to meet another Waterloo.
yet there is one thing that my mind can’t get:

why does the complex of stars give my heart a reason to beat?

2 декабря 2023
#poetry