The Essence Of Who I Am

Empty apartment

A key broken in the lock

Stuck in this cycle day to day

An artist to depressed to put on a frock

Knowing if they were the last person on earth they would be ok

Drowning in the haunting of grunge rock

Reading arabic poetry to feel more at home

Plans written in white chalk

The rain mixing with tears washes it away

But too tired to run after them they just walk

The only broken thing they aren’t attracted to is themselves

And their crude mental block

M.A.P

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