Space between my hears
I hear
Where fear might hide
Where fear might run
Afflicted
From the barrel of a loaded gun
Teach me a piece of mind
Find me a way to find
Orbits
Of a horizon’s event
Completed before Lent
I quit.
Intangible
Bet you didn’t think so I command you to
A wink, A word, an Idea
A think.
A sigh, My wonder of
Your why.
Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies!!
Panoramic view askew
No One asked your opinion and you gave
A view
A tear stained pew’s interlude
ScRAPEd knee’s repeated
Injury.
Rattling and tattling into the night.
A poetic poem sown in a whole
Metaphor of a broken whore,
A chucked rock.
Words lost their meaning without
Even a small cry
But I cried and you don’t even know
Why.
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