Two contradictions split,
Fighting from either end,
Separated by a semicolon,
Life or death? Life or death?
Will the sentence end?
I can't pick a side,
So I've curled up inside
This semicolon of mine.
Lying in a fetal position,
I let it wrap around me,
Pulling me inside it's cocoon,
Where I am slowly quickly changing
Into something better? Worse?
Too late to worry now...
Both sides of the sentence laugh,
Calling me to stay
In life? In death?
I can't pick a side of the sentence,
So I'll stay wrapped inside,
A human contradiction,
Hidden in a semicolon.
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Random Thoughts
ŞiirThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
