Cheated
Is my name
a comfortable music
in the mouth?
The silence is immense.
This year has left me swollen
with bitterness. Somewhere deep
within me, somewhere in the gallery
of important things, I have learned
only to taste sheer terror.
Whoever dreams of holding his life
into his fists, you love your life
too, too much.
Yo are cheating yourself.
Copyright © T. Obatala | Year Posted 2005
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