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to be all right
i saw the colors depicted on the whitened walls
a prism of decorum in these imprisioned halls
refracted from the scalpel about to fall,
inner greed about to feed
letting go every drop i bleed
i await with the pain, to somehow dissipate
the hate, that harbors in the dark
to fall from the horizons of hell
where it all started or ended
writing names of the unwanted
awash within a striking red
to me, now and forever dead
I lay down exhausted and afraid
to speak an unspoken language
a body bare, mindless in flight
will it ever be all right?
a prism of decorum in these imprisioned halls
refracted from the scalpel about to fall,
inner greed about to feed
letting go every drop i bleed
i await with the pain, to somehow dissipate
the hate, that harbors in the dark
to fall from the horizons of hell
where it all started or ended
writing names of the unwanted
awash within a striking red
to me, now and forever dead
I lay down exhausted and afraid
to speak an unspoken language
a body bare, mindless in flight
will it ever be all right?
Published 10th Jan 2022
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11th Jan 2022 8:50pm
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15th Jan 2022 2:27pm
I can't find the words for this one, Tim. This one bombarded me, too deep.
15th Jan 2022 7:16pm
Thanks Charles, sometimes the theme draws us to places we didn't even know to exist
23rd Jan 2022 1:42am
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