Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Alone, this bliss
I don't feel like
picking a fight
with
this night
my body
Is gross
tired of carrying
this day
I would like to be
Alone
like a thing
I forgot
to pick up
Alone
I feel
nothing but
bliss
Alone
with small wisps
of dust
and heat
rising from the earth.
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