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Scribble your confusions
On paper
Does the blue
Turn to red
There lies the heart
So black and torn
That one refuses to believe
That it harbored blood
Words fall short
Yet pain is vast
All aches in head
Laugh loud
As they stay
Where there are
And refuse stairs
Of words
How do I write
What cannot be written
So I shake my head
Slip into bed
Make a pillow
Out of my
Exploitation
By others
And sleep
Like a log
Not knowing
If I am dead!
All those reading these poems and work of art would enjoy them all the more if they were to read them deeply ,applying mind and heart and conscience. The words are written to mean together something and if read rapidly the inner meaning may as well give a slip. Sometimes lives are changed by comprehension of words.
Well if you are dead you have a whole new thing for your spirit to learn to do!
Resting is the best thing in the world.
if I am dead, then all my problems are solved