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.
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Comments1
'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)
Thank you!! Much appreciated
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