Where I Began

brown tree

Why they look at me 
Why the time stops around me. 
The grey line where I play 
Rainy Day, you and I, on the clay. 
Reminiscent of a half-day 
my stupid lips can not say 
I love you, May

Why don’t you notice me! 
Why you sat beneath a dead tree! 
Why they put me in a coffin 
Why scratch my skin? 
I know you’re angry, don’t speak in 
Then, black fairies, come in 
take me to where I began.

Poem,©chitrak, 2021

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