My Selves
Many in me are pure hate and wrath.
Others, just peace and detachment.
But nothing emerges lucid and effective that reconciles all that I am.
In the afternoon I throw myself in pieces from the top of my endless abyss.
At night, I silently piece together the puzzle of myself.
I keep my selves in a dark and rusty box and I only release the ones I really am so that they look for me when I don't recognize myself in anything else.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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