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Overdose
Je’free
Tonight,
it seems I have lost my way
in an unfathomable deep forest,
hearing overhead noises,
and a deafening chorus of crickets
As tea leaves exuded
their last flavors onto
my hot cup of water,
I reflect on failed suicides;
hoping this time,
I will not reach the 24th hour
All shall be renewed in grave -
a quarantine from affliction,
without stigma of isolation;
Maybe, the critiques of Heaven
will not have me exiled
But, what an excuse weak as
a surrender without a fight!
Where is my inner hero,
my potential for legacy,
who shall turn tears into smiles,
downfall into glory
under a new sun,
in a worthwhile world?