In Comes Myself. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

In Comes Myself.



In comes myself dressed like a worm
The mirror I'm confronting looks troubled
The sigh emerges from inside a well of tears.
The scars worn in from various battles
Tattoo my disabled memory.
I am a drowned grenade needs to fulfill its mission.
The poisonous substance inside needs vomiting.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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