Who am i to ask for more?

mya

when broken bodies
finally depart before
their rust-engulfed seats and tea,
who am i to ask
them to stay a dusk more?

when the dolls of strong porelain 
finally rip their feign
and reveal their fragility in the storm,
who am i to ask 
them to protect me from the angry rain?

when my sacred box 
finally agapes
and reveals what i troubled to induratize
who am i to ask
anyone for help and escape?

when the night
finally falls with 
death's blanket ready to sprawl,
who am i to ask
him to wait a dusk more? 

  • Author: Mya H. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2024 06:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    So beautifully said in such gentle words. Poetic is all I can say



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