Why they look at me
Why the time stops around me.
The grey line where I play
Rainy Day, you and I, on the clay.
Reminiscent of a half-day
my stupid lips can not say
I love you, May
Why don’t you notice me!
Why you sat beneath a dead tree!
Why they put me in a coffin
Why scratch my skin?
I know you’re angry, don’t speak in
Then, black fairies, come in
take me to where I began.
Poem,©chitrak, 2021
A Cup of Tea 