I don't need this
I tell myself that, but
we do.
Circles.
I don't know who
I am without it
Nobody.
Circles.
So my hand keeps
spiraling in any direction
Down.
Circles.
and as far as I can see
there are lines
scrambling.
Circles.
One after another
and another, and another and
another.
Circles.
But like I said,
with no fantasy end in sight.
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ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection
الشعرThis is a collection of poems from my youth that were pretty edgy and poorly written. Here, I've updated, edited, and reinvented them so they are not just a pile of lost causes in my poetry archives.
