ME. ME. ME.

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Where do I unravel myself,

So that should there be some respite

Someplace

It meets me in that place?

Where do I undo myself?

 

There is no time for us all

See how that one has screamed herself hoarse

Yet no one stops to ask:

“Should I perhaps, help you carry yourself?”

 

Good days are gone. Now, we cannot

Send one with water in a calabash to another

At a distance.

Empathy died, so the one will tire fast,

His hands will grow stiff

The water will spill.

 

“I can only feel my flesh”

Are the words we’ve strung round our necks,

Do I lie?

 

When arguments prolong

No one’s voice is heard

Can we not debate instead?

Alas, who to start!

Everyone says;

“I do not lament because of the other”

Baseless chatter!

All souls would be lost

When peace arrives.

 

Me

Me

Me

 

So where do I unravel myself?

Show me.

Where do I break down myself,

So that if there is some helper

Somewhere

He would come running

To pull me up on my feet

And mend me?

 

Me

Me

Me

 

Our town went up in flames

That is why I ask you.

Show me.

Where do I go?

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