Loneliness

People all around.
Indifferent, unknown,
Loving and loved ones,
Like little ducklings,
fighting sweetly
for the breadcrumbs
I've thrown.

I smile and feel a kind of pang
a distant woe, inside.
«How can you be lonely?», you ask.
Just because, who knows?
All that matters is
that instead of wanting them around
I want to run away and hide.


Loneliness
Is such a possessive friend, you know?
She wants the whole of me
at all times
by her side.

Madness

To doubt yourself and others

No more

To an extent

That you accept all that is

And is not

Good and bad

No matter

To never regret or repent.

To treat children, adults

Dogs or trees

In the same detached manner

As if they were dolls, a priest

God himself, or fleas.

To be here or there

As if you were in no place

And also everywhere

Incredibly far and near.

To be sure, to feel safe,

To be absurdly brave

To know no boundaries,

no fear.

To be unaware of the rules

And think of the wise

As fools.