Pig

an urge to say an urge overwhelming

but no words

so many characters so many wonderful forms

no story

the feeling of hunger is complete.

i can feel it fully and feel it growing

i know i should go looking for food

in a few days i can see the hunger too...in my emaciation

its complete, its full, i can bear it and own it coz i know it

an urge to say an urge condensing

no words yet i choke

the characters have changed, the colors?

I dont recognise them

i only know theyve changed colours.

pain is a feeling that is there

a feeling i can hold and play with

feeling ive learnt to tame

but pain i know, its complete

am aware and to react to it

an urge to whisper, to breathe into your ears

but you dont listen

the characters, there is something common

they laugh, they laugh at me?

Have they heard my story ?

But i have no story to tell, not yet

still i know the feeling of being free.

i knew it the day i was born if only for a moment

i’d forget hunger and pain

coz i know how to deal with them

i’d know if i were free

i’d tell you stories and make you laugh if i were free

you wouldnt be stupid and deaf i i were free