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Apoorva Jha Poem
On the patio, I saw a vision,
it was of a black dog.
Swimming in the ocean
I got caught in the motion,
flowing, flowing, flowing away.
The avens weren't as lively
as I remembered on my patio.
Sick to the stomach,
I fought the worms in the can
that I closed.
Mumbling and hesitating,
I was on the patio of my life.
Eyes flashed close when
I saw my home.
It was a sombre lie of
happiness.
But Blackie got running,
he wasn't coming in anymore.
Life is a whole lot flare,
and my wooden house is
a cabin of despair.
Maybe this patio was good once,
but now all left is 'now'.
But all that matters is 'now'.
And all that I built
is just a broken house.
Copyright © Apoorva Jha | Year Posted 2021
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Apoorva Jha Poem
God is red as blood. His glory is violent and pure. His grace prepares me to step into the light; the red lights preach my soul and hold me when the perpetrators become bold, so bold that the daylight becomes their night and my screams become silent. It is only the red light that embraces, only it that kills, and only it that saves me.
Copyright © Apoorva Jha | Year Posted 2020
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