Contemplating
To become responsible for
me and I had become recluse,
to lose my memory,
to pay back my debt.
I am returning
the gifts,
of night, birth and
sacrifices.
The wheels?
had pulled me to slavery.
I am now floating,
wingless,
weightless,
for I cannot see?
the parental fall.
New Poems
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Finally Injured
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Dedication
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The Soliloquist
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Knife And Boat
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Untitled
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Latest Activity
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wrote a poem "Finally Injured"
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wrote a poem "Dedication"
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wrote a poem "The Soliloquist"
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wrote a poem "Knife And Boat"
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wrote a poem "Untitled"
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wrote a poem "Fish Ladder"
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wrote a poem "No Acrimony"
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wrote a poem "For Pythia"
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wrote a poem "A Black Speech"
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wrote a poem "The Hymn Of Love"