It’s all become a metaphor
And I can’t stand it no more
Can I feel something tangible
At once?

Can I feel bearable?
Can the distance

Between pain and romance
Stop?

Can time
Take a break

Can I not be late
To work or to
Self actualization

Can I stop growing for a bit
Only cancer never sleeps
Like this.

And I’d rather be cancer free
And eat barbecue ribs.

I’m more of a Gemini anyways
That’s why I talk about the days
I travel

To unravel
The depths of my soul
And learn to release control
To make the world a mirror
So I can see myself clearer

Can I sleep? A bit is enough
To make me less rough

Can I please rest
Because at this point giving my best
Looks like white flags

And I lost the point of the poem anyways

The ******* flag got in my face
But maybe that is the whole point
Maybe that’s how you learn grace
And make life more of a joint
Operation

I don’t need to know everything
About everything or tweak
All because now I can’t sleep
The body maybe’s just adapting
To what the soul is never lacking
Peace, a steady life and love
Because to hate they’re a disease
And if it means I have to cough
The rage out of me
So be it.

_M