There are sorrows too shallow to be indulged in,
too gray to strike anyone’s eye.
There are sorrows that are only mine,
That hum in my ears
as I struggle to sleep.
These are the sorrows that define our life.
and destroy our peace.
Sorrow born out of dreams that
never became reality.
Sorrow that we cling to
to remember we can dream.

sat on the periphery
but i can hear you clear

eating up the words
you force through my ear

my whithering roses
they are frozen
in
my
garden

beautifully frozen
this fresh august freeze
my mind clears
through
this
window

them bolted doors
that locked closet
mother won't be happy
we have escaped
her
man
eyes
what beatings
my ******* father
never knew me

now they wish to sail these seas with me
has my ship not been battled upon
no wave has captured me
there are no let's to my endless waves
that we would come to ask ourselves
what is it you have offered
have you offered us understanding
have you offered us compassion
how much time have you peeled
from
daylight

when was your last true call to me
as
if
your hoarse whispers would make me
want to cling to you
who
am
i

turn the pages
without blinking
let's your
eye
lids
become
my whithering roses
?






















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