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Dec 2020
I do not exist,
Not in the way
The world insists;
The whole bar chatters
Some probably can’t even register
The words that spill,
Like the drinks and the chips;
They don’t really matter,
And yet I speak,
Not knowing anything
But to fill,
A murky darkness
Of whiskey and thrumming beats.
I do not exist,
As the world fades;
It had no colour
As it was dead,
I realise water
doesn’t look like anything
While in standstill;
When it has nothing other
but itself to fill;
Water is nothing
It doesn’t exist,
Just the way
I don’t seem to exist
For I have ceased to persist.
Writers Block ©️2020 Jana Pelzom
Jana Pelzom
Written by
Jana Pelzom  23/Bhutan
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