Tracks In The Snow Poem by Marc Hurkmans

Hard-to-read graffiti,
on the frozen walls of this world

Hard-to-deal-with gravity,
on every corner a beautiful girl

Fingers outstretched to the whiteout,
with eyes that burn what they see

Inside my cell the landscapes grow,
but horizons never show

Tracks in the snow,
why follow, why follow

Why follow
the cold

Political aspirations, media-fed mediocrity,
poetical interventions, becoming less and less

Blocked inside this sadness,
with eyes that hurt as they see

Stuck in endless circles

Less and less, more or less