Can I Live?


I Am God's Moldy Bread - Poem by Can I Live?

I am still here.
In your head,
The closet, the loaf of bread
On the kitchen counter,
Molding itself, inedible,
Useless.
I am a slice of moldy bread
In the kitchen trash can,
My voice an empty rasp,
My mind eroding beyond,
Beyond, beyond, beyond,

This song sings my heart, coarse,
Sad... I feel my thoughts
Melting away - disintegration,
At its finest.

Hello, my Honor, to whom
Do I pay this handsome visit?
Have you come to consume me,
After all?
I would rather prefer this,
Seeing how I have no more purpose.
I am simply a piece of moldy bread,
In a trash can, awaiting your judgment.

For one who has not mystique, love,
The right to - vote. There is no
Option other than
The belly of the beast or,
Forever stagnate - my thoughts can only be odious - life.

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  • Dr.subhendu KarDr.subhendu Kar (10/8/2008 8:24:00 AM)

    For one who has not mystique, love,
    very interesting expression, ui do enjoy,10+, thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 6, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 9, 2008


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