Caged by the borders of my sheet,
Trapped in the letters;
The pieces of your bones,
The bits of your soul,
And a voiceless voice
That hangs between the valley of the words,
Bitterly whispering with denials –
Ironically revealing the truth.
Then there’s my hand
That tries to immortalize you
And my breath
That wants to give you life.
Even just here –
Inside this poem –
Live with me.
Thanks for dropping by.
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