Love undead

I wish you’d let me write my poetry.

My words, stuck between pen and paper

Never allowing your sight through


My lines, your ears on my untelling

Story. Precisely because you see,

Hear, and feel me that I cannot


Call upon you. So leave me

With words to speak, transcending

Walls, breaking boundaries; yet never


Reaching, Only resounding,

Only going in circles, circling

Circling and circling till it dies


Down and fades away. Away

From you can I only sail

Away my pain, my darkened


Blisters, dried tears, meandering

Thoughts, never ending, circling

Always going back in circles.


I wish you’d let me write my poetry.y poetry.



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