Where is my poetry?
Being felt
Where are my songs?
Being cried
Where is my Love?
Flowing freely
Where are my rhymes?
Dancing
Where is my hope?
Everyhwere
What is my truth?
God
What is my choice?
This
When is my time?
Now
ANNEX (inversion)
Where is my junkie?
Cradled in the arms of God
Where are my drugs?
Gone
What are my cravings?
Discipline enhancers
How is my addiction?
Tired
And my resentment?
Abandoned
My fear?
Disengaged
Where is the danger?
Unenvisioned
And what of the predator?
Dead
And the victim?
Well, she was in my head,
but has been evicted.
The time of harm inflicted has passed,
the infected mass removed
afflicted thoughts, improved
Relieved, I grieve through the difference,
and kiss the joyful, crying eyes of my Essence
who smiles and sings as any freshly freed prisoner would.
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