The sun rises in gleeful suspense
enamored jewels expel new life
tomorrows vary...deranged scars
stare back through cracked mirrors
I dare not dream...dare not seem
fruitful, as breaths of disdain
stain memories of young hopes
wide scopes, minuscule brain
energy, stashing nary hope.
Free my black self-esteem
steady wobbled extremities
too weary to reach, walk, seek
warm solace...counting me too's
Me one, two, three...to infinity!
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