i'm falling apart,
disintegrating,
disappearing
each part cries out,
screams,
complains
they ask,
beg,
demand
i'm dying
little by little,
ending
and there's no fight,
war
or dispute
the lightness of letting go
it's not a weakness
it's the only freedom,
even if the last,
that is true
although it hurts,
burn
and attack
every part of my being
with red-hot stabs,
kill without pain
because my mind
unconscious, craves vehemently
this end, unfortunately
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
