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 Oct 2017 Bessem Ayamoh
anon
i think my best friend
is dead

no joke
no lie
i think she has died

we haven't talked in
5 years
and i miss her like you miss
sleeping
after you've been up all day

like you miss seeing
while your eyes are closed

like you miss smiling
when you're sad out of your mind

i miss her like you miss
your best friend
who has gone

i miss her like
the other half

of me
I just needed to talk about this
 Apr 2017 Bessem Ayamoh
TG
As a writer, I learned to dance with
my demons at the typewriter,
and poetry is the song
of the struggle that ended
in an entwined embrace.

To understand,
the different dimensions
that tortures one's soul;
is the reason why I write.
That is the reason for my existence.
That is what freedom means to me.
What planet of my life
Is there anytime?
In the front door on my own
Blue butterfly upon the air
As my world is our last word
To see many people will forget
Whereismymemory.

Mission of compassion
To save the day before I
Who is on the ground
When is love and wisdom
Of all walls against
Whereismyhelp.

Colours of Shadows
In which I am alive
For whatever reason I rise
Away with it or not
But why would the key disappear
I did it for whereismyworld.

                   By K-mari ©2016

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