Apart
Apart in one body
Confused and defiled
Without the primal glory
Of infants purified
In bits and pieces
My whole life flies
An unsolved puzzle
An augur sigh
Would you help me?
Or pauperize
This poverty
Don’t close your eyes
Speak with your hands
Not with your tongues
Or stay still; blank
Savour my hurt.
Copyright © Dominic Amezimi | Year Posted 2013
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