I am a poem without a mouth;
no rhyme, no name and unable
to say anything beyond what
I have already said. I am
a poem with out metaphor, for
I have told you what I've
held so dear, whispered in your
ear the same three words.
I am a poem whose sounds
have lost their feet,
as words stumble and fall
into unchanging ears and I repeat those
same three. And all you can say is
"I'm sorry."
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Zach, you have such a gift for writing. It makes me so jealous.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazingly beautiful. It paints such a clear picture and yet it's so simple.
Awesome stuff.
Thank you! :) I think another goal for this week is going to be looking at publications in the library and see about submitting some work, see if anything can get published or something.
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