The third side …a poem
I am so lame
and insane
I give up my defenses
and bruises
yes, they eventually hurt
when I say this to her
this is what I fear
when I walk the altar of hopelessness
some amiable voice echoes
and I am back to the non-detached me
trying to relate
with what is not me
Dejection and humiliation are words
with some men made meaning
I don’t have words to say
on what I feel
In Finnish, the word is “nöyryytys”,
for humiliation
and it is just a word
my soul shreds
and you see it
When I walk out in this
smelting summer night
with all these conflicting echoes
all I hear is just noise
the day I tear it apart
It all becomes so vocally loud
I thought she understood
but that idea is
so overrated
shall I stay away from her?
Is she there?
I see the other side of her
and that makes me see
the third side of me
