Platonic Idiosyncrasies

Sun, 08/30/2015 - 14:06 -- Alex_M

Hold me close
enough our atoms touch
when my subatomic particles
are shaking
in fear of frustration
of becoming what I am.


Hold me my dear
when I am all alone
without anyone
but my own loud whispers
breaking me from
the inside.


Addressed to me,


Do not answer.
I cannot hold
this being of
light, sound, living.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world



this is lovely


Thank you!

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