Ceilings Of Satellites Poem by Quênia Lalita

Ceilings Of Satellites



nobody knows
how heavy it gets
when someone else
cannot share their blame

nobody realizes
how guilt will keep you
wide awake, unsafe
under ceilings of satellites

nobody grasps
a true comprehension,
not even close
to a full dimension

nobody is really here
they're on their own
cramps in the morning
bleeding by evening.

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