Poesia no. 23

jjulia

 

 

 

She left me.

She went away for a

Second.

 

She said “I am going to die.”

Taken aback.

Shocked.

Arrived in disquietude.

 

Questioning the thoughts that drop like marbles.

My adrenaline kicked in.

In an instant 

My conception was a question.

Was I to be responsible?

 

They say he died because of time.

She didn’t appease time 

Punctually.

Sapiens with darkened frontal lobes.

I can’t imagine being irrational.

Insufferable people. Insufferable response.

 

I go home and I am embraced in tremors.

It’s scary!

I loath ungovernable gesticulations.

One foot in front of the other,

Or two feet at a time.

 

I can’t believe it.

I won't.

I refuse to give in.

  • Author: julia<3 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2023 20:26
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Sapiens with darkened frontal lobes.'
    that X-ray, shadow
    of emptiness, a tell-tell symbol
    that, try as we might
    we can't fix, what's doesn't exist
    (a really intriguing write
    the vehemence in your poetic voice
    adds to your delivery and power
    a great read, thanks for sharing)

    • jjulia

      Thank you!! Much appreciated



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