Half of Me

I cannot keep reading
for fear of brain dying.
These objects are pain
in my space I live.

Ask me soon if I wanted
to make a mountain.
For climbing is work
if at the top I glow.

Shedding all this habit
like a monk ready.
I need a kick at the line
just to face the pain.

Watching me always
is the air around me.
Faces and eyes see me
doing a half best.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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