formgebend | a poem

I’d rather write a poem

in solitude

towards the world

than speaking to someone

who is not listening

doesn’t want to hear a thing

*

that hits too hard

and what may grow from this

disruption

*

this life of death of its own

I’ve looked at its face

since it replaced you

I thought it was too ugly to stomach

until I felt you in it

so close

summer child

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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