ON WHAT I AM Comments

In this body
in which life is already getting dark
I live
Soft belly and balding head
A few teeth
And I inside
like a condemned man
I am inside and I am in love
and I am old
I make out the meaning of my pain with poetry
and the result is especially painful
voices that announce: here comes your anguish
Broken voices: your days are over

Poetry is the only companion
get used to its knives
because it's the only one
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