Awake to fake a smile and conversations
Surviving on lies to avoid the questions
Counting minutes, enduring the moments
Meaning irrelevant, memories forgotten
Breathing to seethe from the brokenness
Suffocating in silence on shattered glass
Staining the pieces with threats and epithets
Shaping a self-portrait with knuckles and hate
Alive to dive deeper into harking darkness
Fading reality from egoic preoccupation
Draining vitality with insouciant acquaintances
Drowning in imageries of finite ideation
Waiting for fate to shade the trap door
Writing eulogies on crumbling brick walls
Envying time passing away with such ease
Living each day only to die a little more
art: MF009 by Eric Lacombe
*03.30.20.04.20
Your words leave cuts all over. Still the razor-sharp writing!
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Thank you 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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This amazing, nice work
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Thanks 🙂
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An incredible poem. So poignant
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I appreciate that, thank you
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You are very welcome.
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This is stunningly sorrowful and absolutely relatable. Beautifully done.
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I’m sorry to hear that it’s relatable, but thank you
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