This is art. Poetry that I have made in complete seriousness, yet with words that have been stripped of anything that covered the truth. All you need to do is read between the lines.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Friday, May 15, 2020
it was still orange
the sun rose
on the Wednesday
I decided to wake early;
pain in my heart,
numbness in my face,
I saw orange colors in the sky.
the sun set
on the Friday
I decided to go for a stroll;
there was still
pain in my heart,
still numbness in my face,
and the colors
were still orange
Thursday, May 14, 2020
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