Isolation Poem by loic 'nexus' ekinga

How was then that the tired and lazy sun on a daily day brought prejudice in my whole existence? And made my head lean on a mountain gazing at magic colours fast enough to condemn my hand for grasping so many planets and galaxies, like a infant playing on a white and crystal sand.

And my eye lazy to behold, lazy to explore matches with my heart lazy to beat and slowly bending as i go without hope for days. I am not breathing.
I blew my feelings off the palm of my hand, beyond the valley to a future waiting on a far mountain and the land in between had to test my love- Although she slay me yet i will love her. My God! I had to fight but i do not know how to use my arms.

I therefore take ink to write my crying words and the sun in the sky yelps between clouds digging down into my face sorrow an empty memories-my eye is lazy to be impressed and slowly my head is bent, i write and i write again.

Darkness falls at last and with sharp nails chase birds to their nests to allow crafty spirits to hover freely. Outside, lightning strikes on high hills as homeless animals knock at the door begging for help. Butterflies are slaughtered at will yet i am not moved by beauty and dread anymore. My only cure is my beloved. The one i love so much, the one i lost so soon.

Should i stumble again to prove my daily decay? I have lost words and my light body hides in the womb of boredom and foolishness. I am alone. I rub my face against the wall and get ready to vomit, bite my fingers until they bleed. O how i hate loving her! But i cant stop though the world is fleeing away, she is more than the air i breathe. I find myself in her and cry out loud bumping my head against my mirror though i wrote, wrote her poems.