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

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