Only When...
only when I start to think
about all the things said
then and now...
between love and hate lies
familiar massive spaces
there and now...
only when I start to live
after every death spent
another, another...
one change every cell
after time nothing recognizable
disposed,exposed...
only when I wake again
does this begin repeated screams
talk and talk...
spent words spill onto my feet
more replications of the same
details, details...
only when I understand it
run and run away as fast as I can
hatred and fear...
the sheeps' dead eyes stare
blank and numb, surrendered
waste, wasted...
by Me (Jeannine, jdnene, Nene, Taboon1...)
on a lighter note...
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