A Speck

When I lose my humanity,
And there are many moments in the day,
When it slips past unnoticed,
When it does,
I am a lot angrier than I should be,
A lot more loud,
As if I can’t hear my own voice,
Running from dreams of other’s drama filled lives,
My own in that moment seems quite sane,
Organised,
As if I knew exactly what I had set out to achieve,
Truth is I don’t know,
Never did,
It has always been this hazy...

In the prison of open walls,
The one that reads, ‘I have it all together’,
I am locked up with my selfish thoughts,
Scribbling graffiti of, ‘I care a damn’,
Smart and chic like the rest of the world,
Hollow and desolate too,
Strangely it’s their hunger that pulls me out,
A starving canine,
A shrewd old beggar,
A softly crying parent,
The whole of creation seems hungry,
Chaste and angry,
As abruptly as it leaves
Humanity creeps right back in,
For the briefest of time maybe,
But I know this is who I want to be,
A speck who’s not afraid to feel.