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what have you done? --you ask of me I the vile creature un-wise to have exposed her tender neck I look up into you-- your heart is small and pinching your brain, an attic, your corrected vision, 20-20, with all your imperfections and perfections you fail to see me with your Vampire eyes who and what surrounds you, brother? you glance skyward and see only stars-- whereas, I know I'm made from them am one with them, and one day will return to them" I've no wish to be immortal my life written with the blood of others "what have you done (lately/implied) with your life?" you snap your canines... "you are not made of work!" "you are poor, meager!" "you're life is poor and wanting!" "where have you been? " "and...what have you done with your inconsequential life? inside, I am sad-- outside, I smile thinly. you don't/won't see me anymore you try to erase me with words... I'm not a chalkboard upon which you scribble your rambling non-sensical equations. I examine his azure eyes, blue as a cloudless day... and see there the high mountains of our distance. I cannot smile. this is not satisfaction. this is poor tragedy, derived from belligerence and blindness... go Brother-- (whispering) we're strangers I'm the one standing before you as you turn away you deny me what have you done Brother, what have you done? LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11:11AM 4/20/2020 TIME AND DATE STAMPED...AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE- MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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