Silver /poem

Silver

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The day I was born,

my mother

blessed me by kissing

'may every person

who's on their deathbed

lend you their final heartbeat

so you can live longer.'

The day I was born

my dad

blessed me by saying...son!

'make a bridge of tomorrow

a way to bring out

the Best in others.'

This was blessing

As well as a curse.

The day I was there

my heart cry

no farewell words were spoken,

no time to say goodbye,

you were gone before we knew it.

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Un-Knowing

image source: www.manseacrh.com2019 I do not want to know, About the children, the women, or the animals. I do not want to know, If she or he or it or they were asking for it. I do not want to know, If they are dead, alive or dying. I do not want to know, Which race, religion, class or caste they're from. I want to shut my ears and make no sound, Bow my head and walk around. Because if I know, I will shatter, Shrink, dissolve, wither into nothingness. If I know, I cannot function, If I know, I'd want to un-know. -bryam If you have anything to share, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know tittle more about the author.

I cannot say I remember

image credit: pinterest Then suddenly they showed the faces The change had found where they lived The names were replaced too quickly They found where they were hid Circled in wagon filled tragedies No one rides off to the west Attention now asks for a holiday While famila is held to the test I cannot say I remember Reading in foreign tongues How I wish it were yesterday And this world today was still young.

Possibilities

Image: Pinterest there could've been a world where you and i wouldn't have met. or met but not fallen in love. or fallen in love but not let go. or let go but never remembered. or remembered but never missed. and it breaks me apart to wonder. which is the life we'd live. which is the life we'd leave.

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