Blind
By Steve
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Sometimes, I feel blind,
like someone
who cannot see himself,
only others unless...
so not completely there.
A part of me lives
to see the other part die,
only laughter issues,
so many butterflies
from mouths, it's not
what I think, I know
what I broke,
it was funny.
It's a hard feeling, knowing
a part of me loves to hate others.
So full of reasons, images
he loves to treasure, am island.
So many other thoughts consigned to
silence, non-entity.
I want to smash, to break
to destroy, to chain, but he's still there
laughing still
even good-heartedly.
Who is he, that he knows that
he cannot die? Who is he, so obsessed
with laughter?
His pleasure is my humiliation,
he laughs
knowing that I am he.
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