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Nov 2011 · 575
The Misconstrued Pigment
Erik McAllister Nov 2011
I’ve tried to tell you,
To show you,
To give you the wick to light the way.
But my opens heart preaches a language of tongues.

The hours spent in tears smolder away
Like the continuous rhythm of ocean waves.
Building… Crashing… Dissipating…
Only to vanish forever in a fruitless swirl of sand.

You ask why,
And I answer.
You ask how,
And I answer anew.

Yet somewhere in translation
Words lose their meaning,
Casting only Tints and Tones
Of the power they hold.

I can’t give up,
But still my will wanes.
So that all I can hope
Is that you learn to listen to my true Color.

— The End —