Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Stuttering


The heart aches

For exceptional things

I yell to the muteness

Of a life

Give me a taste 

Or better yet... 

An accidental stay;

A mighty fall into a powerful play

I want greatness

A fire to my stare

Collapsing every bit of dread-filled fear

My oh my dreadful fears

Oh

I am wasting away

Into freckles

Of sad nights,

Cold literature

& an familiar absence of cravings

That goes unnoticed

Inside a world

I hear the waves stuttering grey

They wait around for someday

For the world to answer back

To slip itself into words instead of echoes

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