POETRY RANT - THE ARCHITECT OF DESTRUCTION


I am what I am
that's what I don't know.

Am I to be what's me
word flow and hone.

The next flowing words
cutting the retraced print.

All alone
In constant dribble.

Who will who
Will it be me?

Dreaming
To scream.

Whatever you do
Bleed on to the page.

Staining the question
Too bold to hold.

Dropping it square
right in front of you.

Queer
Still looking for you.

When you are there
Which right here?

Besides the kiss of death
Beeding on the page.

Committing
I am.

As the architect
of my own destruction.

Conclusion
I am not what I am.

Rather
The opposition.

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