poetry

Numbers

please don’t murder my brain

with those numbers, calculated

Time kills the

Life cells

 

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.

 

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

 

PhilosopherPoet

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