Weaknesses

a poem about losses and sadness

each time I was going away

there was another falling another dying

foggy and marshy lands

were growing on my way

 

I cared about all of them

without knowing that love

is a heavy-chains disease

or how much they needed me in return

I left home a few times

enough to feel alone like a kitten

in someone else’s garden

 

hiding in the library

heaps of read books opened big eyes

those understood united

like a tattoo on my skin

sleepless nights stigma

 

I miss cold waiting rooms

to crouch on a simple bench for hours

until a slow train arrives

now I can’t leave from nowhere

the others found that I understood

they also know the garden snail’s story

 

all that is left for me are others’ dreams

to sustain them with my front head

until it hurts