Chloro-quine...

Perhaps your smile was muted
And your silence became too loud I could hear a tear kiss the floor after escaping the cage of your eyes
Perhaps your bone is a cemetery where you bury yourself
And your eyes are two moonlights begging to feel each other
Perhaps people see you as an eiffiel tower
Tall and independent
When you are a drowning river
Lost trying to find yourself
Perhaps your laughter freezes during the morning
Only to defrost at night when sorrow hugs you skintight
And suicide lays hanging on your mind like a lost but found memory
Perhaps you are made of sugar but taste like chloroquine
Perhaps your lungs have forgotten the feel of fresh air
And your nostrils are twin towers that fall like london's Bridge
Perhaps your tongue skydived too many times
And your words never learnt how to swim in the pool of a smiling ocean
Perhaps your hope sits on a wheelchair
And your dignity swept beneath the carpet
Perhaps life remembered to forget you
And your scream for help is the arms length
Perhaps your body is a war zone
And you loose every time you try to fight it
Perhaps you feel like a desert of tears
A room filled with emptiness
Perhaps you grew up too fast
And never learnt what it meant to survive in asylum
Perhaps they're just too many perhaps' already
I know it's hard to smile when thunder hugs your face
And the only thing you birth forth is shadows
I know your courage vanished with the wind
And you have become a silhouette of a chasing timeline
But I urge you to recycle
Stare at the stars in the night sky and find your stand
Uncover yourself
And allow your hormones moan for freedom
Uncage the birds in your ribcage
Let them fly
Soar with them as far as your wings can carry
Reboot the process
And let your mouth tell your ears of the things your eyes fail to let your tongue taste
Things like love, joy, peace, contentment
Things like harmony