Sunday, April 07, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Seven, Poem Seven


Awake

What have you
done today,

enabled
everyone

to continue
infinite war

on self
again.

Go under
the ground,

and they
will just

strip down
the earth

or even
its salt

to bring
back body

to their
level.

Should have
never

strayed from
own shadow,

claim a
sick day,

cough soul
onto stomach,

hide it in
tissue wad,

let them
forget

like they say
always will.



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