Being Always Nowhere


Being Always Nowhere

Will my words change
When all my deeds are done
How will I look, move, and talk
After cleaning cobwebs off my body
Out of my brain and house
Where will I be
I’m so used to being everything
To everyone
The school
The man
The family, friends, dogs
Invisible
Only to me
What will I say
What will I do or have done
How will I speak, love, lay
After running away
From my body, brain, and home
Where will I emerge
When I’m free
From being always nowhere with me

©BBerry
Angel 012

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