Alone in the Bell Jar

Like a flame beneath 
a glass bell jar 
that slowly sinks 
to the bottom of the sea, 
am I suffocating
by the lack of oxygen 
or will the vessel be filled 
with the smoke 
that comes out of my mouth first? 
Going out 
surrounded by cold, 
dark and damp nothingness. 
All human destiny, 
it is 
the distance to everything 
to die in the black basin. 
There’s no answer here, 
there’s only me. 
No backbone is required. 
No loyalty. 
To get it, 
however, 
you would offer up. 
Your soul, your heart, your time, your mind, 
every moment you have 
and everything else 
you can give. 
The fire 
you keep in your stomach. 
You may never get anything back 
for what 
you have offered them. 
In a vessel you sink. 
Transparent 
so you can see others. 
Even if they turn when
you take a glimpse
Alone in the glas bell jar. 
Save yourself the complaints 
you carry with you, 
who knows how much oxygen 
you still have 
in your wet grave.
For millennias
we throw stones at the walls.,
pray to gods
put it into words.
Break the glas.
My wishes are with you,
friends and blood
for all I gave
I never held dear
to my sinking heart.

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