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84 · May 2020
STILL, BORN(E)
U May 2020
Fetal resentment
Floating shut-eyed
And tight knuckled
In heavy silence
Of the unsaid

Stoically nurtured
In insular grief ,
A sea of regrets

Not yet

Time to snap.
Memories coiling
Silently around the neck.

Not yet

Time for deliverance.
Impatient kicks
On rage's womb.

A presence strong,
Enough to ****.
Helpless though
Till it's time
To push through

Screaming retribution,

Or just be

A Silent mass

Mourned unforgotten.

— The End —