Author Information
X
Marks this spot
Of an empty plot
A vacant place of rest
When there is nothing left to
Give
When it becomes bereft
Or a living death
Giving breath
Or giving suffocation
Many times we can't do it alone
So I ask in supplication
You feel so forsaken
Feel left behind
I guess to move forward
You have to leave things behind
To see ahead you have to be
Peripherally blind
Focused
To fight for Bliss
In this temporary home
I write, I X ist
For X Becomes the unknown.
P.O.P.
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