Questions

Did you ever have the feeling that you were
hollow? Crusted over with dried tears,
while the world bustles by,
ever blindly,
languish, anguish, extinguish,
while I drown in myself and
life goes on.
The rain has stopped and it is snowing.

Did you ever have the feeling that you were
dying? Not as such,
no, of course not,
but cold and hard and frail, inside.
Your eyes frosted over by ice, any minute now,
they could crack, and you
would be forever blinded. No,
you cannot, do not, ever dare to hold that thought.

Did you ever have the feeling that you were
broken? Chipped, so that the inside,
leaking out, reveals the really you?
Oh no, what is it
that you can see of my heart, clear
for all watchers to behold?
Vainly, I gather up the pieces,
but the mask is never quite the same.