Obyedelle Alter
on wednesdays when you emerged from sadness
after taking anti-depressants
from all pharmacies in the neighborhood
something upset you?
I think they are the ghosts of your traumas
that won't let you sleep.
well your wrong things didn't bother me
or the insistence on always planning
an organized world with no place for me.
I've been away from these psychological wars,
my poisons and defensive weapons fit
on the tip of a dwarf's little finger.
maybe your ghosts are saying booooo.
but no matter what could have been,
it's much better without you.
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