September 9, 2015

i will write
until my hands crumble.
create words from ink,
which express my mourning,
my envy, my anger
the mourning of my losses
the envy of others
the anger within myself
i will write
until the sun is disabled
from casting its shadow,
until the moon is crippled
from shedding any light
until the world stops
with all its noises
and even then,
i will write
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