[T H E P O E T]

Sometimes
The world blinks
Just for a moment
The earth is passive

This poem isn’t about words
But what else do we have left?
A stupid plant on the shelf
That learnt to live without photosynthesis

Maybe the universe’s eyes are just on another level
They look over you so easily
Maybe that’s why they only look down on you
maybe that’s why

Throbbing pain in his temples
The poet drops his pen and sighs
Because even after half a decade
A poem still doesn’t compare to the war behind my eyes
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