We transmit the report right here on the spot, in the corner of my room …
I’m here with all fuzzy feelings of sadness … tears flowing this time, as the joy I was wearing in my soul just died. The wrongdoer just murdered the love and affection of my heart. He, who committed this crime, fled from the scene and now I am all alone here with my maimed soul.. currently around me smells like monotony …
but … I just find out that because of the doctors perseverance, joy was brought back into my life but now, all I need is some affection, … so far, that it is all. Now back in the television studio.
pictures copyright Margò Wiessman, Visual Poetry 2012
Aniɣu 
you are delicate and sensitive as always…