Immune cells,
Imp’s antigens
Inmate is a killer.
Bloody years
Broken heart,
Boy with anxiety.
Discrimination
Disgrace in cell
Danger is all I am.
Solacing sounds,
Soul like sponge
Sip a pill or cease.
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Author:
Pacifique Niyitanga (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2023 03:34
- Category: Sad
- Views: 4
- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2
really like the sparse wording
insight delivered with succinct precision
wonderfully creative, thanks for sharing
dear Poet
Thanks for reading and commenting, Mek
Few words instructing scenes to come alive: I like the vagueness: molecular cells or a prisoner’s tale in a cell: I liked the poem either way
I loved the way you understood the whole piece, Good reader. Thank you for commenting, Parisab
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