Im A Fool Poem by immanuel santos

Im A Fool

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Im pitched in a two concrete rows,
stitched by two sharps claws,
where will i go?
in a long thread of a clue
or a short span of burrows.

Seemingly argued by id and
super-ego. But this ego remain
uncertain of which is which.
Is this psycho path or obnoxious
way of dumping myself.

My window creates lit and gives
me more unfaithful thoughts,
but the sound of my room quietly
gives me wisdom to whom i shall
believe and start with.

I haven't raise the vow to anyone,
I didn't kneeled truly to someone,
I wasn't give the truths but hurts,
I never love myself until now,
nor i understood the life beneath.

Indeed, I feel the grandeur,
splendid with regrets,
fullness of lieu but no one
actually remember my expectancy,
rather life must go on as they'd say.

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