FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i can always ignore you
dear world

with the lines of my poems

you were here
even before i was born

you have drowned so many
in their depressions

you have smothered those
who cried

those who have confessed
hopelessness

now i am next to your line
asking how do i live tomorrow?

prayers have changed to simple
pleas: teach me how to just exist

you are wordless in your mysteries
you have ignored my presence

so , must i, revenge now, take,
in these lines, i know, not, you.