Saturday, February 2, 2019

AMNESIAC


I tripped,
I flipped,
I slipped,
& Broke my head along with my mind.....
I don't remember anything now.....
I can't recognise anyone now.....
Oh who are you? Who I am?
What is this? What is that?

Old paper with new pen...
New poem with old ink....

Old canvas with new paints...
New portrait with old brush....

Old stage with new drama...
New role with old essence...

I hope it won't bother me now...
That
I tripped,
I flipped,
I slipped,
& Broke my head along with my mind.....

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