Oh

by Christos Polydorou

Oh
Immortal
fear
That clutches
to my
breast

Are you

(in fact)

an eternal unrest:

A celestial
balancing
that may only occur
in our
chests :

The universe :
is a predator eating us :
I try to bite back :
with poems that impose
and intrigue
at best :

They
devastate me

as I write
them

(And I am
a vessel

for those
waters)

I’m finished…
Throw me under

a double decker bus
Bury me:

six feet under
And leave me to rot

Or don’t :

Life
is so light :

But life
is so dark :

It makes me
write :

It makes me
bark.

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