I cannot live these days

for there is no ease, no peace, no rest,
I cannot live these days
because I know not who I am
or what I do or where to go
for there is no pointer now
and the clamour in the ear
and the sorrow in the heart
mitigates nothing, it inflates
the day with pain
and all the steps to work and back
I take again
and they are dearly bought.
I am the little mermaid
who swopped her hope for base
reality, who walks on knives
of love all lost and those all missed
and I am left with legs and feet
and heart and hands distressed
and useless at their tasks
for there is no place, no life
to ask them 
to do my bidding in.
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