releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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stepthe grown thuds,coffin goes undersoil put on top,the prayer recitedshrieks from parentsmore prayersa scatter to see the bodypray for the body that lays under his life,their lives,a tragedy among tragediesfire now fills my heartmy blood like dragons breathing upon their prey a boy so naive,full of life,eyes raging in a race against lifeno boundaries, no […]