straitus clouds whimpered
as hot sun scorched their layers
tears drizzles on Earth.
8/3/2020

It's not
a matter of stamina
rather of seeking value
an object by far
that does trivia subdue-

to articulate as though
blind to sensitivity
would but create
a shade of blue

for I would not
be forgiven
nor allowed
to walk through
the poetic gate
every word of mine
would be forgotten
in the queue-

if a writer
I aspire to be
above all
to myself
I must be true.

I don’t want this
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to be sober
I don’t want to be clean
I don’t want to be responsible
I don’t want to take care of myself

I want to destroy myself
I want to get out of my head
I want to make the room spin
I want to starve
I want to drown
I want to bleed

I can’t enjoy my life
I can’t live
I can’t even suffer right

Pour poison into my veins
I wanna watch the ceiling spin
And the ground sway
Just pour... and pour... and pour....
Please.... please don’t stop
I just want more
I need more
Please, just one more time....
Let me lose it

If you were my poetry I would read you over and over.
1/3/2020

In anger mum said I was her mistake,
Or was she mine.
27/2/2020

Three struggles define life
   first,  with our fellow-men
   second,  with nature
    third, with self-- Amen!