How to begin
I-One
wonders how to begin
when
everything eventually ends
When
breath becomes the way to sing
These half truths of birth and death ...
II-This
is the last chip
The bag
was big
The bag
is big and empty now
fingers
stained yet I deny
I have
become the lies I lie
You have
become the lie I lie
III-The
silent humming of pollution
The dust
is piling in my eyes
Its color
I cant recognize
A green
it was now is no more
A sea I
see, but see no shore
Frail
pigmentation in dilution
IV-So
many wrinkles in my heart
My breast
is burning with fever
My very
skin just broke apart
Like my
Mother’s twisted Liver
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V- Yes I
just wonder how to end
A poetry
that cannot rime
A bond so
tight it wouldn’t bend
When I
have tried time over time ...
VI-
Unreachable... not just a status on my phone
A state
of mind, to mind my own
You call
it screen and hope to see ?
With What
I can this soul is blown ...
DS
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