[Open Bathe] a poem

This ancient star above
has granted a unlikely courage
lending no part to any ordinary occurrence,
a sort of prolix
nowadays lapses silence
over speechless pallor
carried by pallbearers,
born to never seeing a sunset
This is just to say
how men die miserably day to day,
unaware of having never
lived any days,
lethargic & shaken
of every beautiful thing
written from bled petals


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]