Unic Cjonr

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Becoming Less - Poem by Unic Cjonr

Becoming more.
I feel less.
Becoming less.
I want to feel more.
Single suicidal syndrome.
I am roped by the tree.
I have to stand to die.
I wonder if I will be free.
One gift.
One curse.
One voice.
One noise.
Do I really have a choice.
Demons knocking at my door.
My mind is blown.
I am drowning on the floor.
Going closed.
Going blind.
I am alone.
I am out of time.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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