Our anxieties are invisible
like a stabbing in the gut
Unlike the ooze of a cut
On the skin of our lies

You’ve been breathing
And we’ve been fine
We’ve been waiting
For no word, no sign

If we cannot find home
in the stillness of our voice
It’s pointless to roam
In search for some light

Even birds abandon nests
After they learn to fly
Fledging too soon… fatal
We could fall, we could die

Do check Abstract AF’s Podcast show on Youtube.

Here’s a poetry themed episode from the show –