Poetry For Everyday People
How Much Before It's Our Time?
To know
our own worth
is to know
the worth
of every dying
flower
poetic logic
is that of relentless pursuit
a desperate hunger
fed only within lines
of which life's not enough
to contain nor satisfy what
is obviously beyond our reach
yet the need to accommodate
a mind that easily turns on us
is a universal self slavery
of which no one is exempt
now I don't know
what you need here
or what I need here
I just know we're here now
dying without asking for a breath
saving pain as if was something precious
to hold
pretending
to look away
as mirrors cry
help.
our own worth
is to know
the worth
of every dying
flower
poetic logic
is that of relentless pursuit
a desperate hunger
fed only within lines
of which life's not enough
to contain nor satisfy what
is obviously beyond our reach
yet the need to accommodate
a mind that easily turns on us
is a universal self slavery
of which no one is exempt
now I don't know
what you need here
or what I need here
I just know we're here now
dying without asking for a breath
saving pain as if was something precious
to hold
pretending
to look away
as mirrors cry
help.
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How Much Before It`s Our Time?
How Much Before It`s Our Time?