Poem: Open

The one alone,

sitting in the corner,

imagining something better

for himself,

ask how old am I?

Give me an answer,

scream it if you have to

in a different tongue,

mouth wide open.

From where you linger,

to your shadow on the wall,

getting closer

to ignorance and resistance,

with no hesitation,

how far apart are we?

The open desire

for absence and numbness,

familiar similarities,

connecting us together,

even reaching wider and deeper,

this is never enough

for you.