spilleronsheet

In ruins

Your sailing somewhere there 

looking and mocking at me

did you ever look closely?

 

to your worries

that are boulders 

why my seems like pebbles ?

 

you sit afar,

watch over bleed

like water flowing by 

my sweat and tears never bring you pain ?

 

why don’t you shed even sigh ?

 

I sigh 

I cry 

to the words you taught,

seems blurry with time 

that finger that took a walk

my falls entrusted

but now it seems insecure

 

every fall and rise 

seems an accomplishment 

why you call it cribbing 

stern at fall

never looking at the rise

a ruin yard

 a broken skyscraper

merely dying under sky