(At mom’s funeral)
I'm still the same
Dreaming won't make me a different man
Cursed alone
Knees on empty
Hands on clicking
And nails on biting
Hair on monday
Tomorrow is today
And today was yesterday.
I breathe in flowers but nature still stinks.
Because mothers laugh unto me
Only again to be asleep.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I randomly came up with this (I'm a big fan of The stranger by Albert Camus)
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