Measure

Posted: December 13, 2017 in poetry
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dali

What measure for my madness?

What succour for my pain?

No desire in my body

And the suffering starts again

 

How to reach out to the other

How to embrace my pain with love

I don’t find any answers

Falling down from God above

 

When we meet the end of all

When our turkey’s chopped

Will it be like a kick in the balls

Hoping it won’t hurt a lot

 

What purpose in my sentience?

What reason in my race?

Why don’t you take me seriously?

Is it ‘cos I’m off my face?

 

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