The Others Poem by Bela Luxy
The Others
I AM
What I have never BEen
and a quarter of what
I was supposed
to be!
Through me Die -
just to be
reborn again -
Vibrations of later times!
I am an album
in which
a dead Prima donna
gave me
a Posum symphony!
The fountains of my scribbles
hold nothing
but stale water
for the thirsty Ones
with ancient memories!
For they are the Ones,
not me!
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