Undying Letter Poem by clawdea benat

Would I let it tell
it’s not your business
would I say things
living in a hollow dream
would you care?
who do you think you are?
this aching body couldn't hide it
this itching skin frustrates my eyes
it’s always sudden
this living body felt nothing
like a paper when its burn it’s gone
this solemnity really is
join me to witness the horrifying nomad
as if they were eaten in darkness
like mine
terminate it like mine
but hail thee ye
let sing for praise
and yeast they make bread
like mine im healed