Midnight Oil

at twelve in the night 
I was at work 
no time to rest 
no time to think
the sound of the clock
the sound of my breath 
there is always something 
disturbing the silence 

right beside my chair 
there was an empty one 
there was no one there
but I felt a stare 
I tried not to look 
but how could I not 
be aware 
of that bloody chair 

I went back to my book 
my pen to my paper 
I started to write 
but not like before 
it wasn’t 
a moonless night
there wasn’t 
a knock on my door 
I left the pen 
closed my book 
I shut my eyes 
and pushed away
that fucking chair. 


again and again

I saw light 
I cried 
they took me in their arms 
then put me in the chair 

I was a flower
in that garden 
they shackled me by my arms
then sent me to the chair 

some people I met
I called them friends
they held me by my arms 
then lead me to the chair 

I fell in love 
again and again 
their arms in my arm
I was stuck to the chair

You and I

with your hand in mine
my eyes
looked out of the window 
and the world 
slowly went by 

the cars left us behind 
you and I 
this could be our final ride
open your eyes
before you go
onto the other side

let your heart beat 
louder than the siren
linger on 
till your hand 
is in mine

Sleeping in Class

words and shouts
chalk on the board
footsteps and chatter
some subject matter
My eyes are closed, but I am listening.

I see nothing
but I can think
for when it is dark
thoughts become louder
Dreams I see aren’t the dreams I am shown.

my eyes will open
and I will see
that I am not becoming
what I want to be
I heard the bell, but I am still sleeping.