At 9am
Came a sharp pain
Cutting through my spine
A twitch with a rhythm
Bouncing in the notes of the chirping birds
To my foot edge
I rolled
My heavy thumps falling in meters
And metric-tons
It is well
I repeated to my unbelieving heart
That stood with a grin
With a hopeless like sigh
My eyes turned over
Like a violent sea wave
My shoulder fell low
And my dreams phased off in trinket of time
Tick tock… flat line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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