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I Wish


I held my breath for a word

A whisper 

A moment to call my own

A point in time where I alone 

Was to share in your deepest thoughts 

 

I waited so I can storm the walls 

Slip through what is left of your defenses 

To be able to see 

The light beneath the storm

 

If I could just understand 

The spaces between your words

Learn the rhythms of your joy

The foundation of your pain

Then I could master this equation

And would no longer need to rely 

On the expressions from your many faces 

 

All those hopefully moments 

Wasted

Un-winded like a clock 

Hours passing by 

We disperse into our separatism

Losing ourselves to language 

Once again

Walls of words too thick to untangle

 

We play the ritual

The rehearsed robots

Formal roles and empty dialogue

A polite nod

An expected smile

 

Sharing nothing that is you

Nothing that is me

We clutch our pain

Hide our joy 

Forgetting that we are free to express our emotions 

 

But I still clutch onto that hope 

Of a single whisper 

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L.M.R.Jacks
<p>This poem is awesome keep it up</p>

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