Audio-Poetry: Bleeding

“It’s the reality that’s dark…”

I wrote a poem,
and then deleted it;
sent words down into the unknown
exactly where they belong.

I start again,
whispering the sentences with shaking lips
while needle fingers typing,
sometimes laughing madly
to the reflection of the dark reality
hidden deep within.

Or maybe
It’s the reality that’s dark,
and the only light is LCD
shining at me through the night.

What’s inside
even I don’t know,
I just cope.

Poetry by Vladimir Fischer