RECYCLED
SAMUEL PETERSEN
©2019
Remind me to remember...
The cold cut my bones.
The heat melted my skin.
The pressure dissolved my blood.
In spite of all that went wrong...
I am still here!
It doesn't mean I'm not damaged...
It doesn't mean I don't suffer...
It doesn't mean I'm going to win...
I'm just still here!
I guess I never really learn...
It's as if I get recycled!
It takes a different form...
But, my elements are still the same.
A belittling rebirth mocked by the universe.
In a whimper, we are gone!
With a rushing wind, we return...
It seems so senseless, yet at the same time...not!
If I'm not breathing am I dead?
When did I start seeing dots?
Why do people smell like ghosts?
There's a void...I tried to touch it with my finger.
I am a slave to the light...forbidden remorse.
Due to circumstance I can never relax...
It's like a grenade the moment I do.
I think I'd rather pass out.
She lives my pain...
But we experience it differently.
It was raining today...
I took a breath, spread my arms and looked up.
The moment I'm still I feel it all...
Is a man meant to know his coursing blood?
What if he could see it with his eyes?
Should he hear his muscles shifting?
Fibers make us strong...
Why am I so weak?
Maybe I've just been recycled too much!
Windows reveal demons...
My heart flutters.
The core is corrupt...
My mind spasms.
A ribcage bent from decades of toil.
Fractured teeth...
There is no going back.
I'm full of holes...never to be replaced.
I think I'm tired...
How many more times can I be recycled?
Mother Nature's game...
Go fish.
Does gravity control time...
Or is it the other way around?
I believe in an external force...
Whatever that may be...
Somehow it slithers in my veins.
Extra isn't always more...
Especially when it is quite persistent...I'm positive.
A visual phenomenon that disperses shame.
Steady shaking...especially when I concentrate.
I think I lost a piece of myself...
It must have been the last time I was recycled.
The moment terrifies me...
When I am finally recycled!
