One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...
You are speaking and
bubbles spring out of your mouth...
Time is heartless but
its claws are not as lengthened...
you watch ghosts with divergent eyes,
as if the world unraveled it’s untold truth...
I’m dying
I’m dying everyday...
A river of tears is a river run dry
for we were told not to cry...
i listen to the broken rhythm
of their speech...
Look at me now
I decayed long ago...
On the first of November, you
asked if I believed in God anymore...
With the waning light of the moon
stripping flesh from my bones...
We appreciate
what we have had right after...
We keep on going
for we are not really...