Post #4982

Moth Like a moth I breath only to come out from a greased exhaust fan into the life of flowers of trees My life is a struggle to escape from the four walls of ugly world to the world yonder with no ends I can't eat these oils anymore stuck to the ceilings from soot I want leaves to grow for me from the womb of existence itself I want to die over some soil covered with petals and dew. #za#poetry#thoughts#review