NEVER give up said the ostrich.
Common sneers along the streets.
Come on, arrested emotions makes
the world crashed inside trash.
“Is this what we wish? What we
get? This is what we wish when
we wish to die.”
Come on, please.
A cold. A piece of heart.
A place for the dying to forget.
From many memories i found myself.
Now and before and then again
forward — ahead.
Oh, how many. Forgot themselves.
:: 03.29.2022 ::