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575 · Nov 2011
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 —