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Don't Worry, I am Fine

Don't worry I am fine Yes it hurts but yet I sit and dine Yes sometimes  tears come out of nowhere... but it gets too heavy to share Yes I see a lot of memories gushing through ripping my gut yet I sit and stare Don't worry I will be fine don't ask questions  that make me hurt even more not sure how we measure humanity score people started talking about politics and tour while I was still fresh out of cold shower that just pour underneath  Don't worry get in line this time the turn is mine the aftermath isn't  quite over there is a path of loneliness to endeavor My eyes  still searching my head  still itching about the loss that has no cover Don't worry this too shall pass then I will be all chirpy pointless smiling lass because sadness is left alone while people choose dancing awkwardly in  a wedding zone I was told the life that remains needs to be celebrated but what about the life that  just got cremated ashes don't just melt in th...
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Empty Basket

All she had was an empty basket..
She could fill it with stones..
Or fill it with bones..
But she wanted to fill it with ..
All the thing that she owns .
Looking up to the stars..
And then her empty basket.
Stood falling all over..
From an empty casket.
Voices traveling through thin air.
She could feel the chilly tear.
And then as a thread crumpled from her dress.
Through the winds she tread for a bread in her basket.
There were few crumbs..
As she closely brushed with her thumb.
Her skin went thin..
While tasting curry dripping up to her chin.
Dreaming was she with open eyes..
Probably her face would now chase away flies.
Laughing as she walked past a glass door..
A girl licked an ice cream which she couldn’t ignore.
She did have a half bread from an apple store..
Tugged it out did someone just shout her name.
Whoever it was she wished for a family to claim.
From the ice cream store marched the girl..
All over the sidewalk an essence did twirl.
Stopped while peeping at her basket..
She ate her bread and smiled as she hid it away.
*dedicated to the little ones who go hungry to bed , life is all but a struggle for the tiniest bread.
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