Ruined?A Poem by Aristede Craig JrAre we ruined in our thinking should we delete them for other ruined ones are wash them and hide the stain ...Edet Siratainted lost dreams, I fell into a stream, of love. while hate was a ocean, I found love, in a creak, and it kissed me with promises, as I fueled on distrust. watching people remove their mask, I became the imaginary axis that earth spins on, my existence for its existence. I was taught how ink, on cut trees and water stamps owned me..in a familiar green. and I was confused internally; inside myself for eternity, but what do I know of its existence; eternity? as I have leaked onto another and another, ink pen exploded in the pocket of our pants I saw one color, but now I see more than the stained blue, that the ink pen of this world grew, and fanned into my pants pocket should I throw away this pair for a new pair or simply wash this old pair. soon to find a rip soon to fine torn until I finally reap what I sow....Edet Sira Rambling Poetry © 2013 Aristede Craig JrAuthor's Note
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