Come and See Me.

From the desk of Vitasta 

Dated: Saturday Night at Social.

Time: Irrelevant 

Dust gathers in the corner, 

Things I haven't touched in a while,

Pages not read in years,

Dialogues not fully digested.

'Tis the poet's curse!

She knows; she trudges on

Societal, suicidal, monotypal, colloidal paths.

Everyday dreams.

Oh my children of poverty!

Poor in clothing and paupers of thought,

Come forth! Come and see!

Your little lights are gathering iridescent dust.

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Vitasta, 2021