The Answer

Nowhere I found you

Nothing is safe

I hold on to my dreams

Which makes me a slave

Everywhere chaos

No conclusions at all

Where is the entrance into the brick wall

I ache for your warmth

But you don’t seem to notice

Inaccessible love

Like a white blueish lotus

What shall I do and where shall I go

All such questions I will never know

All I can do is just what I feel

At least I’m sure that that is real

Waste of time

19th of November 1992

By Gif-Art

Follow androgynous blogger, poet, artist, Criminology & Psychology scholar and revolutionary socialist Kahlo on their journey of self expression, transitioning and development. They write about Criminology & Psychology subjects in a socialist context, rehabilitation and recovery of childhood trauma, domestic and sexual abuse and the mental health conditions as a result. Woven through is a strong sense of social justice, accountability and self-determination.

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