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Living With A Poem

Lost in nothingness, I look for unformed words.
Insides bursting, verses still not finding a way.
Victory, defeat, murder - everything seems uninspiring.
In the cauldron of wordlessness, the creator is killed.
Numbing nerves collapse, I give up.
Going for a walk might rescue, I assume.

Withering leaves, dry roads, dusty paths - no one cares.
In a flash, a young thing gets trampled.
Truck or a carrier - I know not what. They ask me,
"Have you noted its number ?"

A shrug answers it all - "I have been running away from numbers", I scream.

People disperse, crowds gossip, ambulance arrives at last.
"One down, millions to go", someone shouts.
Evening falls, birds go home and I choose to follow.
Maybe I need to check some numbers now.

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Lucifer said…
This was bloody brilliant!!

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Looks like I have found you.

In the depths of my love, I notice your smile.

Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy.

I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time.

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