I hit my absolute rock bottom.
Life goes in slow motion.
It cracks the back.
Everything is suspended
Amidst fear and anger
Mood swings like fire
And I, and Me
Humdramly, in a whisper,
Fall on my brown dust as I dis-
Appear in my black hole.
S.C.P.B
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So-called Poetry of Biba 