Immortal Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Immortal



What is it, to breath underwater?
I ponder at the absence
Of your flailing humanity.
Feed this hunger with something,
You will fail to ever feel.
My heart beats truly, but you
Will never have a fixed nerve.
Call it what you wish, but I know
It is a curse to see only red.

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