January 20, 2017Poem
Personhood
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Personhood
Dispossessed
In stages
Taken apart
Piece by piece
Melted down
Smelted into the earth
A sun dried
Sand pit
Coldly cast
Faceless
Into the unknown
Carried on the wind
High and mighty as a
Whisper
Of thunder
Distant are the hills
Behind which I lie
Too disrupted
Torn between
The living and the dead
Afraid to clamber
Out of the chamber
That has closed
Over my soul
Depressed in the plunge
A thankless plummet
From the light
Unto the dark
Barely a pin prick
Away
A hairs breadth
Separating
Hello
From goodbye.