Mikel Calcagno Poems
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Seething I breathe a subtle purpose
Anger rising scratching the surface
Bleeding I convey the chains I've wrapped around my veins
Pushed as I fall, I'm inclined to hate
I never wanted this to be me
I simply wanted to someone to see me for who I am...
Gained the world but have nothing
Noticed but not known
Your god spared a quality of himself
In an aloe plant for the cut on your hand that bent backwards
Questions you'll ask, you'll scream
Rupturely spoken for no reason
Singled out your 'honesty'
Succumbed to a mode of pressure