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what i miss

Posted to Action Poetry




was taken from me
without consent
i am cycled through
the here and now
as i step into darkness
not seein where
my will end up

puppet on strings
i try to cut
only self injury resultin
from years of hate
to fast and thoughtless
my screams to the void
that is before me
without nothing
to echo or reply
follow conformity
in a single file line
uniformed with my blazer
that speaks fire to
all that touch
the material of me
i inhale the relief that
i find within
as i know i must
let myself transverse
into something more
something intangible
that will become
part of it all
like the air
taken without consent
i become more