my fingers <br />are not mine anymore <br />they are running <br />out of control <br />i do not wish <br />to write some more <br />to infuriate you <br />but my hands are <br />rebels <br />coming out from <br />my arms <br />into their <br />fingers <br />writing these <br />lines <br /> <br />i am detached <br />severed <br />from the rest of my <br />parts <br />i have no more control <br />about <br />destiny in the making <br /> <br />birds of blue <br />feathers <br />are coming out <br />from my mouth <br /> <br />and they are not <br />coming back <br /> <br />my fingers are <br />automatons <br />writing now on <br />their own <br /> <br />i am not <br />responsible for your <br />anger <br />i am a useless man <br />and my fingers <br />are not mine anymore <br /> <br />my C5 chokes a nerve <br />i am numb <br />my fingers are at war <br />against <br />each other now <br /> <br />thoughts converge <br />without much meaning <br />united <br />in pain.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/united-in-pain-2/
