Poetry
In the End
- March
- 17
When language bent and curled away,
Tucked under foot and hidden from sight,
It’s the only thing that keeps from flight,
Because we can’t find the words to say.
We stare in gaps and hollow spaces
No longer search for common ground
As long we wait our past erases,
No more patience will make less sound.
Then you stand up and move [...]
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