06 jan 2020, Triton Cafe

Double Espresso


Facing my biggest fears on a screen,

drowning in WhatsApp green,

seeing all these faces there -

people

who are all so far away from me.

Nothing can touch them through a screen;

that's out of my control,

it seems like lately everything is like that;

my wings are burnt to a crisp

and I can't face leaving on foot.


I wish that "seen" would have a deeper meaning,

and that we'd be able to transcend more than we do

I hope it's not all just smoke and mirrors.

I can't stand it.

They both make me really dizzy.


I guess reconnection is something more of a resurrection -

You'd have to be a God to do it as it should be done.



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