poetry

Numbers

please don’t murder my brain

with those numbers, calculated

Time kills the

Life cells

Β 

long hours, shred, and grind

the lines of fine time

divided, only in minutes

Brackets

Bullets

Square roots

Multiple shoots

can call your sanity into

Question.

Β 

I…on the other hand haven’t yet

found a sum, that can

ring the un-wrung sounds

of a soft heart, and steady

fragile feet

climb

on the days (numbered)

on our scripted

lives

Β 

PhilosopherPoet

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