Friday, 3 April 2020

self-isolating in my head‬

self-isolating in my head‬
the poems start to shed‬
‪pages burn‬
‪ashes scattered‬
and ‬
‪things that never mattered‬
‪now do‬
‪and do you know what‬
‪i forgot‬
‪how short a life can be‬
‪on the shelf of history‬
‪this poem‬
‪is an omen‬
‪that things are going to be ‬
‪different ‬
‪from now on‬
‪i promise‬

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