Not More than One Year

 

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Thee pain I fell, not much I feel. Thee pain thy fell, not no more I felt. This is not a poem but  how trapped in a sinking wrecked feels. “όχι περισσότερο από ένα έτος" See what I did there . How long shall the pain, go on and on. Who is in charge, do own the oath.The pain I felt, not more I feel.The pain you felt, no more I feel. Plus,Plus,plus,two, two point five plus two point five, four what’s more my love. The color in my vains black, red, green and white. White like White dove yet Skin Dark like Black hole. This is not a poem but  how trapped in a sinking wrecked feels. “όχι περισσότερο από ένα έτος" See what  I did there.

 

Taxes taxes taxes .This pain in vain is enough? How long should we bled? We drown yet no one see? The pain in our hearts is growing darker? Jail is like a rite of passage? The sound of our angry stomach, now soothing to hear? Pain is part of we? The pain is spreading, our veins are getting darker? Be warn or else you will get wone -out like about?


By Yeri Samson Kombe

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