Tuesday 27 May 2014

A failed attempt

You come, you go,
You talk or you don’t,
You be in the bed
Or paint the streets red
You run like time
Or stand like water
You slaughter people
Or donate them your organs
Toothaches or heartaches
Handshakes or earthquakes
I fail to understand
which ones  
are more deadly.

For me,
the world is being remade,
each and every day
and failing
to make me dead.