The Faery – K. B

The Faery
In alcoholic dreams
I saw a faery
My head was hurting
So much
I started drinking
Like an ass
Fantasizing over
A dreamed life.

No one asked
For my number

And « those
That he loves
Look at him
With fear « .

I’ve searched
For a thousand
Arms to embrace
Me and wash me
From sin and pain,

The kinda sin that rises
From misunderstandings.

Now I’m on my way
To see « A friend » .

O cruel fate
Of writers who do
Not want to be disturbed
At the cost of wandering
At night in search of lost
Souls when the bar is closed
Without notice.

I was looking
For tender arms
To sooth and wooe
Out of the daily violence
Of living under the sun,
The heat and loneliness.

It seems like tonight
I’ve escaped
It seems like intuitively
The mind is loose
After that heavy control
At the borders
Have killed the joy.

In alcoholic dreams
I saw a faery
I’ve crawled to my
Bed
I’ve touched
The pillows
With anguish

Now I’m out
For adventure
Full of cash
Full of shit

Like a fat cow
Or a pig taken
To slaughter.

Too proud
To kneel
And ask
For marriage

Shut in sterile
Begging
To which there
Is no answer.

And energy flows
And energy loses
Itself

And sheer
Strength
Doesn’t fill
The heart ,
Didn’t you know?

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