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Well Enough to Die
“I am afraid great disappointment awaits me, and so I prefer to dream.”
Paolo Coelho
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Red barracks, abandoned due high maintenance cost,
still dangle a placard- pill for pain, known only on Earth.
Down, below the unbeaten commercials, is the river-
still bathing old factory, embroiling line of newcomers.
When old Serpent lost originality, conveyer’s spit got all the same-
one day exactly like the other, as planned, prognosticated and supposed.
The park is guilty!- one man per bench, sharing lunch meat stench;
vacant looks which are all alike, same as their transparent shells,
but all you see- in some pretence- is important matters debating minds.
And then again, the Earthy Clock’s the one that spin us out of conscience.
Asylum’s my indulgence; to see me there is your remuneration.
Am I insane for wanting out?
Suppose I see the day (as mother said), I’ll meet a man,
whom I’ll oblige myself to love. Our dreams will blossom,
but after season’s gone, I’ll be alone in my fallacious skin.
I’ll be awaiting for the wind to transfer words to one another,
the fortnight sex will soon immerge to “dream of action”, which I will cherish
for the rare moments I’ll reach orgasm, and quickly re-invite the quiet.
I’ll fight with weight, while having children- for having reason in this life,
but in reality- I’ll be for them their reason for their lives.
My choice will be far more deceiving, I’ll reassign
my rottener bench and worn-out spot to someone tired of the change.
My ten percent discounted price for deathly pill is one way out.
Red uniforms are overrated, I might disguise my self in something else.
I am afraid a dreadful disappointment awaits my days, so I prefer to dream.
-You know my past, my now, my future; so, I believe I am awaited.
No one would know of my existence, the rest will heal.
So, take my hurt and painful trembling until I’m well enough to leave.
