February sixth, two thousand eleven:
A child can see the conflicts they hide
And perceives that resolutions won’t
Exist in the form of apologies tonight.
Words inhabit the minds of those who
Can’t liberate the trepidation they feel,
Whereas viable frustration whispers
The lines their hearts should resonate.
Expiatory conversations never occur
But predict the perpetual outcomes of
A dream while I pretend to breathe—
Who will be the first to speak at dawn?
Sunday Feb 2 @ 09:15pmtagged as: thoughts. poetry. photography. 365 Amalgams.
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