it’s only tuesday

on

poem #1
where this is broken
the divide widens
the cracks deepen
what will save the inevitable
the nothing to follow
should we fight
shake our fists to the heavens
even as we crumble
knuckle under the pressure
have the fates decreed this
an unending struggle
powerless against destiny’s fist
as we can only wonder
can we rewrite the yet unwritten

poem #2
in another life
our wandering paths could cross
we may meet again

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my home screen and my lockscreen