Tagged: wounded

it starts with a

it starts with a
preference to forget,
curves around an
inclination or two,
pauses at the
corners of affection,
excitement, and despair,
slides undetected
between the minutes
right before and the
minutes just after,
unwinds itself from
the pillars of
belief and disbelief,
lets go

how can we bear it?

how can we bear it?
i don’t know how
we can bear it

death is not so
bad, we were really ever
wounded by life