You'Re An Ancient Walker Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

You'Re An Ancient Walker



You're an ancient walker down the pallid walls of silence
Who likes to creep in all horror stories in design
There are so many things I hate about you
As they look like too much of myself
But unlike me you can't change your faces from morn to eve
And unlike me you sometimes
Neatly wear your mind where your heart should be
With a repelling urge to push things into words
Only because you want them to survive
Only because you want to survive
At the expense of the world crumbling down
Just to fit the measure of the simile you normally get stuck in
Perfectly aware that a is not b since a long time ago
That a cannot be b no matter how hard you try
To shift it back into a mythos time
Revive in vacuum reanimation
Your own heart when softly you lick
Those wounds that only you understand and care about
And when despair driven you want them to survive
For it may mean that you will survive as well
I am touching you like a disease
A hypochondriac infliction in love with itself
That never wants to heal
You will eat up the best part of me
Long before I'll be able to reach myself
But to survive at the cost of myself
Is far from my finishing line

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