Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2019
Your echo is my sentiment.
You speak of resonance and depth,
your speech is dampening,
and shallow.
Our memories filter the doubt,
and you can no longer push,
so I pull.
I win by default,
non compliance of request.
You quickly breathe out,
so I can breathe in.

Then,
You are here.
autistic,
a christmas day in July.
Jack
Written by
Jack
332
   pharaohnica
Please log in to view and add comments on poems