Trapped

T R A P P E D

"love doesn't exist, don't try to fool Yourself..."

"... little moments,
that constrain the soul,
But,
in the unavoidable
instant-
become forgetfulness,
or, indifference;
lost within the ether...

One more piece of furniture,
abandoned
along, the side of the road,
empty of value,
-with nothing more to offer.


Unraveling little by little,
thread after thread,
with every wind,
with everything we Said,
under a relentless sun
of a desert,
that seems
larger each day.


Trapped
in the dream,
in a sweet desire,
in a fantasy-
that there was an afternoon,
where I felt loved,

and maybe you too."

HRAFNAR