Green

by muhammad ayman

Green
I’m ill
Mean
Words don’t anymore

Why do you care?
If I lived in despair
Sleep
I’m calling the drugstore

A key
You have more than three
Remember?
Don’t play smart there’s no back door

Would you open it?
Please, you still can quit
WOULD YOU?
I’m waiting, it’s the first dark floor

Play
Don’t
It’s boring
The bell is not my heart you look for

I’m coming
Just say it
Again?
You’ve never said it before

There
Are you?
Calling
You do seem to ignore

What do you want?
Don’t say it
Simple
‘I don’t know’ is valid nevermore

That’s not the end
You should see
Syllables?
That’s not poetry, therefore

Choose, I won’t cry
I’m not a child so rejoice
You know what?
I don’t like this game anymore

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