here's a little something from the other day....
heartea
don't get me started
my will weakly screams
feeling heavy and beached
in the wrong element it seems
the fire in my head
hates the water in my heart
its flames whip blindly at
the horse before the cart
I am relentless, impatient
I am rooted in time
the depth in my chest,
not even waiting
is-
eternally rooted and kind
still,
we are mangled in wheel spokes
splintered and bound
the fire is cackling
at the kindling its found
what can we do
to silence the creep
bathe it with mercy
'til it's properly steeped
hi,Nong marley,I just know that you have a blog.I'm so sorry I keep trying to understand of your writting.(i think it's look like a poem,that right?
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