Friday, November 19, 2021

I die

 I die everyday

Through my poetry

My words spill onto the screen 

Like blood from my own veins 

And they keep flowing until my veins run dry

And this body flops onto the desk


But with the last word said

This dead body awakes

To carry on another day

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