mind dipped into a conflicted source
the thought of staying alive a delusional abused norm, we mourned saw the truth with naked eyes as time became a lie hence you died a pretender but who's counting the numerous occasions your actions was contagious a look in the mirror
(you loved love though it was feeding you lies)
how I wish I was a fly...
I would've liked to hear how you managed to convince your inner person that he was worthless, I would've sat comfortably on the wall, have some popcorn and a soda to watch my what could've been favorite scene, you let your dreams go crash or sink in the deep blue sea it would be the perfect death trust me because,
I know how death looks like I faced him multiple times I still do in my dreams.
N.B I am more than just a poet
filled up with experimental words
these episodes I paint for the world to see
are scenes I lived no need to make believe.
LB Hendricks
#IamPoetry
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