My Mortal Archive
Death come when life's forgotten.I have pieced mine into a patchwork
etched
in tomes that stretch from here to Norway.
I will never be forgot.
Through tricks of love and abject violence
I have made myself indelible.
There are children in ten continents
where I'm the sparkle in their eyes.
There are women across the seven seas
and some men too who moan and weep
when my name's heard
for lust or love
and even fear or disgust.
I have writ my story with all pens
my three limbs could wield
and what ink
my appendages can spit.
I will never be forgotten, my flesh
will rot and bones turn into stone
that will become coal, marble or
a diamond knife to stab a future god.
My story will be told forever.
My being will be whispered well.
I, who have defeated death. Yes,
my name is ---
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-28 at 15:13
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