anti-comfort.
comfortable in pain. findin’ comfort where others don’t expect to find it
I left comfort outside the door
and all I’ve got
there are pains all over my body
I take pleasure in sufferin’
*
from head to toe
head and shoulders above
all the inhabitants of the earth
as I am
*
on the other side of their story
where they cannot imagine
existence of life
there is where I reside
*
they scream with their stentorian voices
crackin’ on the wall
of my bedroom
where I sleep durin’ the day
*
tryin’ to overcome
huge headache and all kinds
of disappointments in other people
and in me
*
when I tried to balance that thin line
between life and death
livin’ and learnin’
livin’ and lettin’ live
*
others never understood
they tried to force their point of view
to the limit
threatenin’ humanity
*
and that's all I have left now
tryin’ to figure it out
things that were never meant to happen
and yet they boggle the mind
*
‘these things are sent to try us’
I keep thinkin’ that
gettin’ over it in my mind
every day I try to put things right
*
but on my own it looks preposterous
dwellin’ on the past
when one side refuses to tell the whole truth
we are dealin’ only with fragments
*
of distorted reality
augmented somehow by this
acts of guessin’ the truth
as if the truth had the power to kill
*
so, every day I embark on an exhaustin’ journey
slottin’ the puzzle of each case
to the predestined place
that the producer of this confusion had in mind
*
in this delicate moment of its creation
and my mere imitation
of this procedure
ruinin’ me and revealin’ things
*
I could never imagine until
someone with their ominous and omnipresent plan
decided to lay their hands
on the comfort of my life
*
dependin’ on my ability to solve
equation appearin’ before my eyes
where, outwardly, there are no clues for doin’ that
in the eyes of the root cause
*
September 2022
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