Nothing New

Words never written

hidden

between the phrases

shy children

restless in the tension

things 

we never mention

Back-light by the night sky

I never see so clearly

and pay for it dearly

loss of living

space

unable to save face

and everthing seems bland

my situation

days move on

without 

punctuation

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Can I get an amen

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