Kill the voices
Kill the thoughts
Kill the figures
Kill the hearts
Kill the people
Kill the emotion
Kill the anxiety
Kill the paranoia
Kill me
Kill my happy
Kill my sad
Kill my empty
Kill my body
Kill me
Stab me with a dagger
Take my blood
Get on your knees
Spell out my name
Kill me
Take my body
Do not bury me
But rather
Burn me under the white spots of the black midnight sky
Turn me to the ash I shall become
Turn me the gray I am forced to see
Turn me into the fine dust
And throw me off a cliff
Let me travel off to different countries
Seeing every thing
Everyone
Seeing every perspective
Seeing every sight
Seeing a way out
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A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
