I was writing about “intensity” in various places, I came up with more than I wanted it to, raw, exposed emotions arising and I couldn’t keep writing. I turned them into a poem instead. Because it scares me so much.
The way dark falls upon from above,
crushing hearts and mind with all its weight,
of those emotions and feeling only visible in that black light.
The water with the sound of such anger,
towards whom? what?
When there is no place to land on,
always seeping through it all,
it has no place to end itself
along, below, above,
Never ending sounded nice,
until everything disappeared,
and only I was left alive
Running from something,
that does not exist anymore,
Just me here now.