To Write


The beauty held captive in words

entangles my soul


regards the hurt

found lost in the emptiness of my heart.


The dim of darkness,

so shallow in the abyss of my mind

comforts my weary eyes

blinded from my own naivety.


The deepened feeling found underneath my skin

between my veins

pulling me so fast

captures the pulse found, but forever lost

in the connectivity of my mind and prose.


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