Tamed


I think that. I couldn’t reach out to the norm of your brain, 
leading the endless silence between us,
Staying with the limitation of the patience,
as you copied the whole probable language from the bonds of legacy
linking them and talking them like the constellation,

I hated it, 
as I think that 
as I could not respond to the message from this awkwardness,
as it is the image of the brainwashed jacket 
washed by the social word,
described as the destiny. 

Broken heads,
behind the play of emulation.
Pranks,
The pilgrims of simulation, 
stimulated the sticky scar of sojourn.

I hated it, to explain 
how they were split at first,

could not be back in the analysis,
yes, I have stayed in the wrong station, waiting for the bus 
making the day darker than
the dried dream. Fate? was never given to us, 
was controlled, was written well, despite we felt nothing 
in between us. Finding home?
in the maze of trauma, 
in the happiness memory?
for the self, never felt the ache of thirst.
  
How many things did you 
rebuild the logic with the recycled 
skins?

You waited for something endless.
You longed for something tamed. 

You were screaming. 
Yes, you were screaming.