then a whisper, her name in the dark
capture me, it sighs
and as he awakens
just remains
how many new days, will break
and close, with exits over entrances
both on the same page
each beginning, again
at dawn
will his pockets empty, or fill
with possibility or regret
turn inside out or linger,
inside chance
or desire
how many times, will he flee
with a fist full of dreams
drowning under doubt, suspicion
stifling, resisting the impulse
to just be
Oh, this is excellent. It really speaks to me.
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Thank you for reading, Melanie.
ReplyDeleteLove it LoVe It LOVE IT. Very expressive, now I look in the mirror and I finally see myself.
ReplyDeleteThought you'd like that. Thank you, Cledstone. :)
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