Who Knows Whom
.....
When I wake up in the middle of night
I find myself burning like a tuki
in the midst of queer darkness
I fear like I may
stamp out at any moment...
What is the tuki striving for?
To light up the lonely darkness
or it is waiting for someone or something?
Who understands the tuki?
The pain of burning
The fear of wind
Like Who understands you the most?
Who knows whom?
Who knows the tears I shed in the bed?
Who knows the smiles I exhibit at the shows?
Who knows the curtains?
Who knows the walls?
Who knows the amount of oil in the tuki?
©2078,The Time of Ups and Lows
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