Me, a failed poet
SINCE NOBODY WANTS to publish this. So it ends here…
That Evening I Ended Your Fate
That evening I ended your fate the way God
killed Noah and Moses
“The impossible, is there any?”
And you sobbed quietly
then moved up North
Not a single word
Only a whisper from your coat
“Don’t you know,
even God will miss
to create?”
I heard myself laughing
and hatred lurked into everything
I didn’t believe
Up until now
half a decade had passed

