Anti…Dote

Do You believe that the poetry
can heal all Your blue wounds?
the alphabet laughing at You
the whiteness killing Your rules

Do You think the reality as the ink?
if You don’t see, so You are a sick
both death and life are partners
so open Your eyes and be awake

Make Your heart the unique reader
make Your blood, invade the paper
and let them (write You), so whatever
it is the only poem that last forever