Catch Up

You should feel the aroma of
half written poems from which
hope drips into
illegible nothingness…
You should hear the crackling
of scattered leaves in
overcrowded graveyards…
You should see the life
trapped inside burning bodies
as the soul is slowly poured into
glasses filled with ice cubes…
You should know that beneath
every trembling hand there is
a story of courage and of
forgotten age…
And when you look in the mirror
everyday…. you should ask yourself
when did you die yesterday……

Categories: Poetry

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