it is over my life
and it is over again
with no starting point
no markers to chalk out
beginning or end
lost values and vision
have accepted that
believe me becoming
was
never my fad
Now goddammit my sweet loving dad
tied up in knots that hurt real bad
Moments I shimmer
like a soft shooting star
flicker and glimmer
a moth in a jam jar.
but the lights die out so soon
I am lost in the stars
like the black belt of orion
My path's studded too sparse
The rocks are so hard
My god shed some light
my movements are marred
Orion shine bright.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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