When did he think
he was possible?
why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did he blink
to the sound of voices?
how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?
Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?
Renewed from 2012
A mastermind
Or genuine
I don’t know which
And
There will be little joy
In finding out
If I wrong?
If I’m finally right?
But that’s what trying again is like.
What comes of this?
A forced change.
A deliberate turn.
A different way out.
A challenge within.
A compulsory adaptation.
Survival under surveillance.
Not all of us get sudden ends.
A name creates
what has
been
let go.
stealing peace.
demanding an identity
that has yet to grow…
trace tenderly
the curvatures
writ upon a
birth-fleshed being.
love me like i belong
i do not fit
but here i sit
and refuse to be removed
countless times
you’ve read it
what need more
is there to edit?
i mess up the flow
have no profound meaning to add or show
adjectives pretend to be my friends
but honestly are much too clingy
and those obnoxious adverbs affect me quite adversely
but do not…do not replace me
with those presumptuous ellipses
i do not rhyme
and have no rhythm
but i have been here so very long
so just love me
like i belong
what answer will suffice
when i encounter
the impossible?
another being
another reason
another feeling
another chance
will i realize
or will i deny
when awaiting has
only made me
persist on
all that will never occur.
when did it think
it was possible?
why did it
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did it rise
to the sound of voice?
how did it show rhythm
when no heart
beats for it?
why will it bleed longing
when it swims in bile?
how will it cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
why does it yearn to move
and leave a trace of mistake?
how does it breathe
in suppressed want?
who taught it to believe in Life
when it is not wanted?
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