Notice of absence from Josy
I come here once in a blue moon don't expect there to be much

The end, they say, is always a beginning, too

The growth, as black is the absence of light

-But on paper absence mourns in white-

That still means nothing when death wants you


Much can be done, with a matchbox and knife:

Cut out your worries - just do what's right

Find all your fears - turn them to light; 

Who is to blame, if you took your life?


And the moon never shines on it's own 

They call it love, hostile dependency, far from the norm -

Then it's no surprise, that I have always been wrong?

Am I changing to disappear or grow? 

  • Author: Birne Moi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2023 14:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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