I had issues, dear,
I had them too.
I confronted them.
The comfort too.
I felt the issues,
I let them fall.
Calls from the future,
I took the call.
There is the part,
they won’t tell.
The part where I fell,
stood up,
stumbled,
fell.
Calls from the pain yes,
pain does not show.
You feel it right here,
In each ****** bone.
And when it crumbles,
it crumbles hard.
Believe it’s sharp,
A glass, a shard.
When the pain calls
The issues answer.
Where is she?
Who is she
now?
And does she miss me?
Issues may ask
Within those issues
we find new desires.
And let ourselves graft,
help yourself
craft
a desire to breathe,
To live,
to see.
Uncomfortable, yet
as fresh as the sea.
When the pain calls
The issues answer.
Where is she?
Who is she
now?
And does she miss me?
Issues may ask
I’m taking no calls,
that was my last.
No longer docked,
The seas are too vast.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
I had issues, dear,
I had them too.
I confronted them.
The comfort too.
I felt the issues,
I let them fall.
Calls from the future,
I took the call.
There is the part,
they won’t tell.
The part where I fell,
stood up,
stumbled,
fell.
Calls from the pain yes,
pain does not show.
You feel it right here,
In each ****** bone.
And when it crumbles,
it crumbles hard.
Believe it’s sharp,
A glass, a shard.
When the pain calls
The issues answer.
Where is she?
Who is she
now?
And does she miss me?
Issues may ask
Within those issues
we find new desires.
And let ourselves graft,
help yourself
craft
a desire to breathe,
To live,
to see.
Uncomfortable, yet
as fresh as the sea.
When the pain calls
The issues answer.
Where is she?
Who is she
now?
And does she miss me?
Issues may ask
I’m taking no calls,
that was my last.
No longer docked,
The seas are too vast.
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