Photo by Logan Fisher on Unsplash


The light of the screen

falling on me,

burning my skin.


No space for real light.

The walls are getting closer,

the room is getting tight.


Locked in a concrete prison,

lost and not found,

the soul is looking for a reason.


The strangling power of humility

carries me with the flow,

drowned in anonymity.


It needs silence, melody, air and space.

The soul.

It needs its real instincts to embrace.

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