Last poem

Do something beautiful

something that hurts and heals at the same time

bleed out

sink your head under the water

then, die.

Do something beautiful

& dies, any day. M

Sleepwalker

I'm doped

sometimes I lose control

the autonomy of my mind 

I'm 300 feet underground 

different paths 

different breeze 

different rain

I have been dreaming

without sleep

Where I have been? 

I can't turn this off 

I'm doped 

of reality. M