Short Poems, by Daisybrain

A worm in the rain, paralyzed on the street

Will die without a hand

I am that worm

Nothing left of me

But words and people

I lived

I was here

Crawl on the floor, child

Dirt isn’t dirty to you

It’s just the landscape

I dreamt I was not in a coma

I was living a dream

And then it became real

When cells become aware of their own mortality

It seems awfully cruel

Life was all I knew

So of course I cried when it was over

Continue to live within the confines of Daisybrain:dasy1


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