NaPoWriMo Project
(Poem: 6/30)
My soul
searched for my body
During birth, they mingled as one
During life, they were inseparable
During death, they singled out as two
Through the performance,
I trusted some
whom I met
They felt it was easy to upset,
They cared not & let me rot.
Thoughts play & memories slay,
Words like clay strikes me at bay
I sway & stagger on my way
Lay beaten & lost against words
Leaving me to number my days
Aggrieved about my past
Diseased with these thoughts
My present showing no remedy
My future is totally cloudy..
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| A lamp burnt-out. |
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