poetry, Uncategorized

The Wire Hair

There’s a wire in my hair

Tearing, turning, writing over my fear

Into the ocean and the mountains

Reeling into a fit of life burnt rare

It’s not fair

We all know it’s not fair

It can’t be unwritten for us

Only sequels born for those who care

If you’re wondering if I’m still there

I’ll be here until we die

Until one of us forgets to dream

Of the other one that we cannot share

These copper wires are growing out of my hair

Into and through a new life

Storing the painfully sharp strife

Of the mind beneath this hair


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