I
I think the rooms in my books were amusing moments
after I rang it to their ears that there is still a sea
of words to stack to the available few spaces. I never
fed it's hyena's belly about when I got sick, few months
ago that always appear like I was just divorced from
the beds that hosted me some few days after I chased
life till death made a wink at me. I hung unto my neck
what was dragged unto me, neglecting the joy in each day to
pace along with time. My bright soul was the opposite of
my log of a body, dead and boring couldn't fathom it
anymore, I see it needed to get it freedom believing
soaring for just a time to the skies is better than
treading the path of my body that still lay in the pond of the dark.
II
I couldn't discern the dream, feeling I was in my pool
of my slumber or blindfold that sheathed my eyes till
a day, two, and three later when I couldn't carry my legs
to call on the doctors for help. I could see my soul looming
above my head as my armature body was moved around on a
chair fixed on wheels. I was awakened by the fourth pierce
of the needle fixed into my pale skin, I felt in me after hours
of seeing it retire, the beautiful sunset with my eyes
immersed in waters compounded by its lids, it perceives
like I'm seeing the last of this red view, for the final time.
III
Each night I expended with moments then, accounts for 2020 days
and more of my ex boring existence, I never believed I labeled
best in the past diaries of my life. A pull to the future, I
couldn't help but snip your tense line of rules alongside mine
I already tore as I fell myself trapped by the walls of bliss,
now and then, A decade and more. I find it amusing to see
myself in an earth made of y'all peak, shattering heap streak
of yours, again, again and again, till I can't await the sun
dawn on tomorrow, to demolish the records I carved
with my own hands, from my past, for myself, again and again.
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