‘Not allowed to speak.
Not allowed to die.
Now allowed to be angry.
Not allowed to desire.
Are we allowed to at least remember? “
--Dedicated to a truth teller- Dr. WL.L
Isn’t the voice too fragile to alarm?
the breaths within that death room, countless,
cornered. Surrounded. Lost.
Armful of mystique shrouded in gloom.
Can we all hear the drops?
diamonds tears clink and bounces.
The fatal seashores wrapped cries.
Where an uninhabited hero lost his life.
Tragedy that the height you fell from was meteoric.
He expected a thunderstorm.
He had no other choice
Except that isolated island- away from the maddening world.
Except those wild thorns
He was nurtured and became a solo star
He was like a diamond among the stones
Paranoid by his determination
Why fatherly fate sent him to such a hell like mission.
The winds chanted a loud symphony of sorrow.
Where Dr.WL. L with a conscience, uninhabited hero …
Who would reject the sample-evil has triumphed over the good
Why the truth sunk into dead sea swirls?
He was hopeless and looked down upon.
Stormy roars, over a babble of voices.
One truth teller doctor passed away.
Thousands of eyes full of tears.
Tranquil island, berried a brave soul
Shouting for the devotion
Smashing the majestic power
Who shall turn an isolated island into a beautiful heaven?
Dedication to a truth teller who discovered Coronavirus at late December, 2019, and been unfairly treated.
I’ve been playing this game
for **** near twenty one years
and long ago lost track
of my wins and losses
I simply got caught up
in the winsomeness
of all that is
Why keep a tally
that’s callous and rigid
with the infiniteness of living at your fingertips
How I play the game.
It's in the game.
How do you play the game?
Game game game
— The End —