Roam

I feel like if I push you hard enough

You’ll leave

And I’ll be

Back where I belong

Alone

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Sometimes the greatest poetry…

Rage, silent storm;

Is the absence of any.

The quiet, heavy ladled

Only over the story..

Power un-endowed.

You would tell, but refuse.

Respect me, or I will blow your memory like dust into the wind.

You do not deserve any acknowledgment from my breath.

Drowning from up above

It is hard to weep in light, my

Sadness craves the night

past time when I am long alone, when skydark hits and mutes the known

I cry softly on my own.

I did not know that stones

Could feel.

When will this grief stop its roaming, and settle

more quietly into a home? I cannot

be like this much longer or my tears

will fill my lungs.

I’m drowning from above, and no one

Has offered me any way up

To see the sky and breathe again

To where the sea is not flooding my oxygen

And cursing my skin with its sting.

I would love to care about such trivialities