Poem #2

I died 8 years ago
along with what they call
plagues of life
Of soul

Stagnancy happened
and now I'm living like I'm dying
Kill me while I'm not trying
to do anything
stupid.

Redeem me.
Restore me.
But make it painful
Like a painter's sacrifice
Or a potter's decisiveness
To crack and break his art
while it's not too late

and besides
i am yours to recreate.