i am somewhat ashamed to say that
in the quiet of such somber moments, with
the dust particles settling across my folded hands and
your fingers quietly tapping out
the beat to whatever song against my thigh,
i always feel the need
to laugh, to break up everything, or even scream
just to impact the atmosphere and create a change
no matter how subtle it may be
yet i am afraid to show that much of myself to your basement walls
or your harsh judgmental eyes
so i keep my mouth
closed.
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Comments
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good piece
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i loved how you completely captured the moment in this poem. great write!
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I really enjoyed this. The beginning was my favourite (first hm, five lines). I wish I could write again ... I read these things and go "god, I once did this..."
It's a feeling we can relate to. I find I've been here, maybe almost wishing I still was, so I could recapture the words I used to use so well. If that makes sense. I have to go to work now ... so I must end this comment
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