Me 3

December 6, 2017

The sun rises in gleeful suspense

enamored jewels expel new life

tomorrows vary...deranged scars

stare back through cracked mirrors

I dare not dream...dare not seem

fruitful, as breaths of disdain

stain memories of young hopes

wide scopes, minuscule brain

energy, stashing nary hope.

Free my black self-esteem

steady wobbled extremities

too weary to reach, walk, seek

warm solace...counting me too’s

Me one, two, three...to infinity!

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