Sober [Poem]

The rails are screaming,

Calling for my eyes,

For my lungs,

For my heart,

And I am hugging the planks,

Telling them thanks

for being there,

Or rather being the only ones

who cared,

And I am hugging the green,

Wishing not to be seen,

For it to be over,

And to make my mind sober

of your alcohol–

Oh no.

I’m fire in the sky,

A flare of goodbye,

A firework of cries,

A candle of lies —