My life is falling apart

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My life is falling apart
but not in any way I know,
my vision of things unseen is blurring
the way stars do when they are forgotten about
and I see the sunrise before
it does not come. 
This is a mini disaster,
all my resources are deplete
and this corpse is never complete
they way it dances, sideways
on broken tin cans, empty. 
Please, I have got to stop,
I am chiding in my own inane
aggressors that I made up. 
In the black Spring,
I am reminded that
I am mad, 
mad as I'll ever be
in the Spring where kids ride bikes
and I'll be there
riding the thoughts of the Hittites.
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  1. […] I have revamped a poem I wrote on March 11, read this one and the original and let me know which one affects you better: (https://ziggyzouave.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/my-life-is-falling-apart/) […]



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