There’s dopamine in poetry
Coco words melting into milky imperatives
A peace of mind, whenever life comes for me
I’m fighting vicariously with the past and present tense of my eternity
Like cancer, I began to spread my memories
Eating up the very core of the enemies
There’s dopamine in poetry
And now I see the light in ceiled rooms
Where once dark chocolate unfurled, I molded my home
For keeping grudges is no longer a luxury I can afford