Before The Sunset
I am trying to do my bit, |
nonpareil. A soundproof doer,
erasing the palm from the painting―
drinking the nitrogen from the air
Cannot bequeath my eyes,
my thumb vision. You were always
asking about my sadness, emptiness.
I will not tell about
the acid times.
That killing instinct was not
there. I will give you the
unborn poems, that would not wear
the death mask, my unspoken
thoughts, peeling after the darkness and
I will let you go to find your path.
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