Haiku
by Tohm Bakelas
eyes open slowly
blow smoke at the moon,
hammer the sun in the sky,
to live is to die
prayer for brokenhearted misanthropes
when you stare into
the sun long enough you
become invincible
broken shadow
lost wandering confused streets
the sun forgot to
shine on me today
the haunting truth
when life is good, i think:
i will die someday
and i am afraid
happy birthday
with each passing year
we grow ugly and bitter
waiting for the end
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