Profondeur

I stick to the walls,

like a dead body..

a dry soul, a stiff life.

I laugh not of joy

But of pain..I lay wide,

spread over the darkness

of my Self,

Wait for the obscene Sky.

I see it move and cry,

for I being a hopeless soul

I cannot die,

I just lie..stagnant and stony.

Let me be free,

let the time pass by.

Call me near to pacify..

My silent cry.