by Rileena
Year: 
2017

I am words
Exactly six of them
Drugged like a mask
Stuck within a sentence.
I am claustrophobic
So i keep choking
Every now
And every then
Between erased blank spaces in a busy train.
I am a song
Not written
Clumsy in bits
With punctuations missing.
I am a dangling pen
Dwindling in hands
Pressed hard on a paper
Burnt where edges touch
The brewing coffee.
I am all-
A sleeping old man in a crowded bus,
A woman lost in her children's room.
I am a poet
And I am her Poetry.

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