Created Daily

What is left me, so many months later ?
Thrown
Turned
Glazed
Fired
Then, inadequate, discarded.
Clay shards remain of a once solid vessel.

Informed
Crafted
By your love and then,
indifference.
Clay shards.

Crafted
By the struggles of my grandparents
Alone they came to these cold shores
Searching
By our country’s struggles
By the holocausts
And the Holocaust
The struggle of a people wronged
and their wrongs.

Crafted by
The Koran-Bible-Torah
Buddha
Rumi
Marx
Socialism
Rule of the people
Cynicism
Crafted, indeed.

Now so many months later, what is left me ?
Crafted by all of these,
and you.

You create me daily.
Of the possible
I’ve had enough.
Perhaps the impossible,
the irrational, is mt desire.
What is this path ?
Where does it lead ?

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2 May, 2015
Somewhere

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I am Noman
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