October 2013 (1)

27 October 2013 at 22:25 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , )

how about placing
a private skip on my soul
where once fresh memories
rot today inevitably

our table was never laid with food
standing in a queue for fresh bread
made feet and back sore
boomerang style
coming back each time

pretending to be fine was tiresome
clean second hand clothes
covered creases of belief
longing an obese future
without milk
without electricity
without honey
still with proper manners at the table
especially when hunger looked in the eye
and could not do anything in good faith
but to give recycled courage
to survive (20th October 2013)


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