Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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03 10 2020  

The Half of Me

It is cold outside
Can you feel it?

The world is on fire
Can you hear it?

Your ancestors panic
Do you fear it?


The city's lullaby
its constant whisper
the whooshing of the cars
the wheezing of the streets

I once thought the city was my other half
I now know better

After all
a half of me is
the other half of me

So where does that leave me?


It is dark outside
Can you see it?

The world is worn out
Can you stand it?

Your ancestors panic
But don't fear it
For their love
is never-ending