UNTITLED(POEM OF STRUGGLE)
I SO…desperately wanted
not to be here as the last flashes of yesterdays
dissappeared before my eyes
like breathe in the atmosphere
on cold winter days
as the traces of what I thought I was
swiftly went fle-fle-fleeting away
and I was left to bear the scars
like burn victims
1st
second
3rd
degree
BURNS
all over me
my body-FLESH
SKIN
CRACKLING
like a roasted pig over
the SPIT-FIRE.
My desire felt so
innocent
at times all so benevolant
but never did i ever think that
this ever meant
anything like
this current
experience
NOW- scarred for life and the
bandages only serve as a dressing to ADDRESS OR REplace yesterdays bandages
of bottomless brokeness
each sting reminding me of the initial points of affliction.
my
prediction is by the time, I grasp
all the great wisdoms to be gained-stationed,perched,propped up
as i am
Iwill have just reached the realization that I will never look again
like my old self
BEFORE THE BURNS
kgkwood 
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