tell me to stop
find me a way to stop this dying little thing inside me
it has been this way
when i was born and here i am trying to live the way you all want me to be
since then
i am lost and i do not even know why i am here
i had this little voice like a cocoon wanting to come out from my mouth
in fear
i have swallowed it and since then
i have become this little dying thing giving up
tell me to stop please
i am light.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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