Quarter now but destined to rotate revealing once again
It’s cutting brightness, separating two worlds
But connecting them yet again on a level ...subliminal
Another verse, another poem
When would the madness end!!!!
Like the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west
My thoughts are renewed, my limbs are able and my clothing without intention but continues to root reason:
For question, for conversation, for explanation
I’m overwhelmed not by the things I wanted to be gullible about
Not for the plea of need “reflected” from your eyes
But why you never fought...for me...
Why!... ATLEAST the weave of friendship didn’t reflect ....and why “they” termed it “lies”
Cries...now screams transformed its volume silently
My chest palpitates rhythmlessly
My feet fit into “prints” that were held in perfect condition
Prints of past; I’m reliving a life to my own “detriment”
Anticipating my “death” to be risen from the ashes once again
My question is “how many times must I die...to you?”
What are you...if not my friend...?
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