alan pieterse Poems

mirror, mirror

on the wall,
...

Had enough,
but not quite enough.
Tell me to leave,
if you so please.
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emotions seeth underneath
under a calm exterionr,
like rip currents
under a placid ocean.
...

a Cemetary full
of skeletons,
crashing down out my closet,
my very own Hiroshima,
...

Peacefull nightmares
Terror-filled dreams,
But where am I,
if not in space,
...

Dull faces,
slack-jawed and overweight.
Obesity,
the new 'thin'.
...

So you had to look,
so you had a peep.
Words, stillborn
on my tongue
...

Like a leper
cast into an emotional desert
I wear my sins,
scab encrusted over my body
...

Spiders, spiders
in my head,
crawling, watching...
spinning their webs
...

so, give me a reason to write,

give me a reason to fight.
...