Surface

Something
that exists
exhaust the

surface.

Someone
who resists
deprive the

surface.

I am
something,

I am
someone.

My weapon
to exhaust,

my weapon
to deprive,

they are
common.

I exist.
I resist.

The surface
is not a
battleground.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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5 Responses to Surface

  1. beautifully expressed !

  2. OfficalBee says:

    Man this was extremely deep I really enjoyed reading this. Much love and support from one writer to another. Check out my recent poems i would be honored to have your support and opinion

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