• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

On poetry

Life oozes out
From the edges of
Line breaks –
Seeps out like blood beneath my fingers.

Love, war, hatred, death, joy –
All entangled
in knotted letters
Dancing to
The rhythm of my inner voice.

Enjambed phrases
Lingering at the tip of my tongue –
A divine burst of colours
Onto a colourless sheet of paper.

Making love, soothing
The horrors,
The lifeblood,
Thumping my heart
Inside my ribcage.

Words, metaphors, metonymies
Brimming with
Passion, disgust –
My cure for eternal isolation
For alienation
For death and for life itself.