Someone else
has written my poetry

Look!
These are
my thoughts
my tears
my words
in someone else's book

Someone else
has done my suffering
Once again

Listen
to the guy
on the radio -
he talks about it
The TV shows
a planecrash
It was my soul
on that plane

Someone else
tries to catch it
again

In the middle of fall
To give me a soft landing
But not this time!

This time it is

my own despair
my own truth
my own blood

my
very
own
poetry