Height

A Poem by Ninja Empyrean

The moment you forget yourself -
The path becomes a pattern.
Faces become family and -
Movement becomes blood.

We hold onto numbers like -
Malnurished children -
We are guilted into caring for -
Forgetting our names.

© 2019 Ninja Empyrean

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Author

Ninja Empyrean

Saint Louis, MO

About

I am 36 year old sanguine aries. I like poetry and short stories, photography, billiards, sobriety, running barefoot & carefree. I have a B.A. in History & Psychology. Some of my favortie authors are .. more..

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