Came

by Christos Polydorou

I wrote a boat and a boat came.
I wrote about a mountain and mountains came.

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I wrote about boys and girls, boys and girls came.
And a boy-girl. And a girl-boy.

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I wrote about love and love came.
I wrote about life and life came.

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I wrote about money, it poured through my fingers.
I wrote about men, they were never to be seen again.

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I wrote about flowers and flowers came.
I wrote about birds and birds came.

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I did not write about loss, but it came.
I did not write about grief, pain, death, but they came.

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What could I do if I am left to my own devices
and I am able to think and not go falling helplessly down the rabbit hole?

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Create.
Another creation, another day.

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