I suppose I am not old enough to know any great truths
In the city there are tight expanses
Of light and buzzing and -scapes
But I get back to the page and I'm lost
Look, I wasn't ready to say goodbye, okay?
I just can't finish this
Commence and cry and fuck me
There remain questions too trite to voice
And protests that whither
Under the weight of resolve
Gagged and bound, we stumble
Ever-onward
Toward some vague hope of silence
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2 comments:
poetry has powers.
where have u gone too? is everything okay-ish?
want to hear from u!
<3
I've hoped for silence too...
I liked the poem.
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