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Not time for me

Posted to Action Poetry

It chokes and heaves,
spinning in my chest,
like unwatered leaves,
i'm not at my best,
withered from hanging,
this fruit is
loosing hold
of the tree.

It gushes and drains,
into lead in my feet,
a stagnated pool,
that baptizes me,
little hopes drowned,
this coup
is just too
much for me.

It opens and slams,
with too much in-between,
loose talk of telegram
is just an old scheme,
I waited so long,
but it's
time for me.