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i stole my own silence.

 

 

 

 

 

i wrote words

on an empty envelope;

made metaphors--so emotions

would know how to breathe

and my tenderness

became motion inside muse

 

and yet,

today i can't write,

or fight the numbness

which nestles within--

 

my feelings aren't forgotten,

nor are they lost

to a host of other happenings

 

i have simply misplaced

myself

 

and the paper

that i am printed on.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Mairi bheag gold member
    October 11
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  • Heavenly Angel gold member
    October 10

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    Wow!
    How very deep this is!
    Excellent poetry, my friend!
    All the very best to you...always!
    Love,
    Sandy


  • still.she.waits
    October 10

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    fuck la.
    ['scuse my language]
    but yeah... you could have told me you had taken up residence
    in my brain again.
    though it's my own doing of turning....
    silent, while lurking here on AP
    I miss you.

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