My life froze to death
With everything new around
Swallowed by a shallow swamp
Waiting for tomorrow that never comes
Forgotten in so many obscure ways
Promised to live in a considerate way
And so as not to forget
That the illusion won’t last forever
Therefore, it must be supported
With the right theatre props
From the depths of my heart
In a distinctive shape, colour, and texture
In a therapeutic way
Coming out of the shadow
Into the bright light of the day
Even if going to sleep with the seagulls' crying
Foretelling a flood on the doomsday
Wailing like whales
Insanely
And me and my neighbours imitate the sounds of birds
Waiting all day to arise from death
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Watch out!
I’m coming for y’all!
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20 August 2021
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Sylvia Plath
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