you stripped me of my rights
not knowing what my life is about
for the rest of my days
covered in shame
from the depths
of my psyche
suspended
from the higher passages of rain
and scheduled in the wrong way
to go adrift
insane
snap
break
cut off
without
the right tools
in the right time
walking on the shadows
of unknown others
seeing more, but not showing
their strengths
drowning in the whereabouts
where they feel safer
and where they don’t have to care too much
about
fighting minorities
hidden in the shade
of grey curtains
like pages
torn from a calendar
unimportant
unnamed
unremembered
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17 November 2021
revised on 23 September 2022
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
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Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Comments (1)
I came across your work a bit ago, and I've read all of it I think. Twice. This is my third time reading through. I love your work. To be honest, you are quite brilliant. I have to look up a new word's definitions almost every other line! I definitely admire you, you are a great writer. Now, back to reading!