Inside

A poem from 1992

There is a nuclear reactor

bound to explode

inside me

unless

it is closed

down

It hurts like hell

inside me

it is breaking down -

That old powerhouse

inside me

I’m not stupid

I’m not a rebel

There is no punk

inside me

There is junk

there is a great

broken wall

a city

safeguarded by the rubble

of vulnerability

inside me

Tumbling down

to the ground

love is not found

a suitable expression

from inside me

There is no voice

to express

to pour out

the thoughts

that pile up

inside me

No ears to hear

No hands to bear the burden

Just a heart to tear away

the final boundaries

of false hope

There is a yearning for daylight

inside me.