Today is one of the days when I wish I run on batteries, and then someone can just hit my ass open, take the batteries out, and let me lie quiet with nothing to worry about. Everything feels like bubbles, bubbles that won’t break. I am just very confused! well, here is a poem I was writing some time ago, I think both the poem and I need help, right now...:(
Answers are questions
I hang by my navel
scream
why?
find grounds
to replace
what?
will change
pictures tables
where?
I grow taller
than beds
made for me―
who?
believes in
painting breath― in out
such tokens
which?
seal our matrix
when?
it matters much
how?
faith
keeps cuts revives
smell of rain
in harmattan
the questions? help us answer... this piece is above me.
ReplyDeleteehm Nana, I clear case of if you can convince them, confuse them.lol. The answers I have are questions.
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