Pieces

Every word will
Every action will
and yet again

No words will make it better
No action will erase
Pieces of me will fall
Pieces that look like parts of my soul
With eyes closed seeking from nowhere

You will not see
The image to you will not seem
The feeling will not compare
The head will be hanging
Thoughts will be piercing
The burning sensation is still

Move, Move

There is no other
There is no place
Burning particles will smell
The core will erupt
While the heart is holding you

All this will not be seen
The thoughts will not be shared
The felt ones will not shake the heart

I'm burning
You burning

Braking slowly
Pieces falling
Body still intact

What goes on within
explodes in containment
The eyes will be the reaction.