Drip

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Nothing’s real
That’s all that’s real
It’s all in your head
Until it isn’t.

One day the madness leaks out
Like the drip-
                                   drip
Of a tap
And the tap is bro-ken


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image: Light and Water by Katherine Harvey
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All The Same

I can always find myself in my poetry, even though I never have any recollection of putting myself there. I am who am. And I really do have head pains.

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My head hurts
I know pain
To live

To die
To me it’s all the same

Night and day
They’re all the same
When you leak shadows
From your brain
It’s all the same
I am who am
But who’s to blame?
All I have is numbness
To my name
Since my ruin
I’ve remained the same

Fight or flight
It’s all the same
When I kill my demons
They come back all the same


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image: Numbness by Thomas C. Fredo
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Wanderer

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I’ve never known much
Only that life is a dream
And I’ve never slept
Through the night
I’m a wanderer

I’ve never preached much
Only that death is king
And I’ve never had
Much basis for happiness
So when I smile it’s sacred

I’ve never felt much
Only air to breathe
And I’ve always been this broken
Unforgiving is pain


© Eshe Kente 2016
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