Carry

Your life circling in my veins
Your lineage continues through me

My wishes, joys,
selfishness,
rest,
stop here.

And your chosen ignorance
stings and stabs
my will to continue.

I am growing a mistake.

God,
let me be wrong.




Poetry by zana
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Written on 2026-03-12 at 19:59

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