Posture

many composed drafts later
but still,
empty space is not enough

no memories left of words unsaid
sealed,
don't cough up

tongue tied,
knotted deep within
fear confused with pride
emotion always with sin

and I am envious
of your eyes;
see this wind
not feel its pain, to the core
recognise the folly:
this umbrella against the rain
but,
no more

trade my saline taste
detach, my shoulder
take these senses;
secure this cast
become the beholder

forsake etch, take-in sight

where can I find this place
of no more torment

my impressed stance in which to hide



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