To breath,
to feel the air
as it rips the cells of your lips;
To kneel,
forgetting your flesh
remembering your creeds;
To walk,
broken in your bones
and mud, on your finger tips;
To love,
as if you loved forever
but only in your dreams;
And then,
to die a dogs death
as though you have never lived!

This is the life we live
hidden behind the silhouette
of the pain,
that we daily breed!


13 thoughts on “Cycle

  1. Damn Good! Really love the words and also that it is brief so the feeling is so much more intense. Lovely words indeed. Actually, a “Superman” poet you are ………Outstanding, claudy

      • No matter your worthiness as long as the words are..Did Shakespeare feel worthy? No matter because we have his words which are separate from him as your words from you. Your words are truly in my big leagues of words. Very talented even if you know it or not. It could be you are being humble and kind to lower yourself to the peasants around you but you must know your words are pretty good at least because you publish them for the world to read now and in the far off future. So there! Here we are right back at it does not matter if you feel worthy of praise or not? And again I say, “It does not matter”. Your words are no less phenomenal as I see them to be. So thanks again, claudy

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