Who knows me?

How magnificently my life has flopped
can be measured by the bricks i made
in the fury of the flame; candid, insane
who knows me? tempests, hurricanes
humble words finding wings in vain
soft slow speeding songs of disservice
to love or something close to it
pointlessness of a paranoid postscript
apologies mean the the same transcript
never forgetting, never giving in
over and over the same sordid thing
​who knows me? misgivings, empty sunsets
deathly silence, disheveled hair, doomed air
nobody knows where i took my blows
nobody knows where i shook my woes
my most prized things- a slip of vanity
a slit of wrist, a scholarship of hope
an untethered boat, a soldier's frugality
​a woman's anger, a woman's frailty
who knows me? my dummy books
handmade ghosts, origami footnotes
myth-making, unhumanish offspring
the last song of spring, desert longing
I got blood on my hands, they are bleeding
the moon is a desert language fading above
you talk of eternal, forever, always love
are you leaving? are you coming? is it this?
I am standing in the midst of an abyss
a proud, unbroken homage to suffering.

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