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May 2014
Through all the one word conversations
Lost between the countless vines
They say a smile is a friend
But it's no friend of mine
I question if love and life
Can really coexist
I look it in the face
And I blow it a kiss

I try to answer the all the riddles
I go back and forth between
That sweet taste in my mouth
The only indication of where I've been
I haven't slept a minute
I can never rest my head
The hours pass by slower
So I bite my lips instead

The questions never stop
The riddles always persist
Was the answer a landmark
Or something I've already missed?

Here lies the grave
Of a friend I've never missed
Who I've loved in life
But have long since dismissed
And there one of a man
Who I can say I've truly loved
But who never knew how I felt
Like a foreign film badly dubbed

I beat my head against the glass
After every passing thought
I swore I'd never think it again
And look at what it brought
Thinking I was being courageous
I was only being crass
I am something so worthless
As old tattered brass

The questions never stop
The riddles always persist
Was the answer a landmark
Or something I've already missed?
Benjamin Poirier
Written by
Benjamin Poirier  Gatineau, Québec
(Gatineau, Québec)   
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