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I am

stuck somewhere between

a metaphor and a tear.

     Like a struggling poet,

     I can't find the tongue

     to enwrap what I feel.



But my thoughts

hide in the comfort of your

s h a d e...

spread out the length

of my faith.



Never shall they

have to be spoken,

for I am humbled

now,

about how much

my self-made broken prose

deserves.

     Like a dying rose,

     my coming word

     is on the verge

     of wilting

     before escape.





Here I am.

A poet paralyzed

by temporal linguistics.

And big, clever writings

are dwarfed

before the endeavor you made

to grant me this instinct.



I understand.