Can I Stay?

Can I stay,
My hands glued to the floor,
Breathing in the dusty rustle
Of steps
Over my head?
/
Can I sleep
When the drums start to roar
And thick voices converge
Under the ceiling
Like black crows, trapped?
/
Can I cry
Without anyone looking at me
Like I’m going to melt
And leave
A stain?
/
Can I walk
Without anyone thinking
It’s to
Or away
From them?
/
Can I ask
Of the air that I breathe
Little questions like these,
And not hope
For an answer?
/
And in the silent
World
Can I help going mad?
Can I help growing old?
Can I help
Dying?