Eleventh Hour Journey, a touching poetry collection, depicts a lifespan that...
Bouncing off walls,
a self-contained
directionless
rubber ball.
Feeling split
ripped apart
wanting everything
and nothing.
Black holes
try to swallow me
and I say let me wallow
in pain and self-doubt.
(I could be here on a
mission or as a fake
a simple, misfitted
contraceptive mistake.
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