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Poetry Shorts
Alone
Footsteps in circles
There is no legible maps
Echoes gone unheard.
Elementary of Soul
Silent melody
Sketching the wind a face;
Atoms to Adam.
The Doomed
Children wearing faces
painted agony.
Stink eye’s,
rooted in puddles of dust,
bloated with malnutrition,
drinking stale
saliva to quench thirst.
& where i’ve known
can closely relative
deep chills
churning the pit
of stomach.
Feeling so starved you
ain’t never
hungry no more.
Emergency Exit
Who
but Jah
can direction us
towards freedom?
Mend
the tarnished
& corruptly fractured
imagination?
Translate
calico tongues
our lowly &
muzzled prayers?
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