Behind forlorn walls of concrete,
on the floor of my room, there was nothing
but loneliness.
Something brimming here before it dies,
was it a halt, or a sign?
I was lavender today
and I, almost died my death this morning.
I fear, everything, sky will collapse,
even I know it won’t, I still fear.
I don’t like people touching
my things
even before they are mine,
but to stop loving,
it’s like breathing I can’t quit.
I need somebody for tomorrow,
a safe place like the ferns imperfectly shading the fungus beneath,
wherever it leads to, I’ll follow.
I love you, it’s a curse.
The love that hangs there,
WILDsound Writing Festival 