United In Pain Poem by RIC BASTASA

my fingers
are not mine anymore
they are running
out of control
i do not wish
to write some more
to infuriate you
but my hands are
rebels
coming out from
my arms
into their
fingers
writing these
lines

i am detached
severed
from the rest of my
parts
i have no more control
about
destiny in the making

birds of blue
feathers
are coming out
from my mouth

and they are not
coming back

my fingers are
automatons
writing now on
their own

i am not
responsible for your
anger
i am a useless man
and my fingers
are not mine anymore

my C5 chokes a nerve
i am numb
my fingers are at war
against
each other now

thoughts converge
without much meaning
united
in pain.