against the world

when the world seems to have you bent
you run away till your feet bled
you smoke till your chest hurt
you cried till your tears dried,
your face cracked

you wanted to holler at the sea, the sun and the wind
you wanted to disappear with drops of rains to the ground,
never to see the ocean again

you wanted to take a curb at full speed,
not to see the limit
you wanted to tear your heart out,
to have feelings eliminated

longing
itching
craving
raging

yet you are trembling with fears
yet there are so much things

yes, it's you against the world

the battle you will never win
the antidote you will never find
to an excruciating, yet cureless
and unending pain

(salemba, 2003)