insanire

May 20, 2021

I stole a word once

Didn't know I had until in my heart
in my heart, her whisper
a soft plea for release

the yearning
bleats of her cries
had at the time made me turn inside
to see the captured component
in pandora's new box

I felt it so deep
me sitting with a lighting bolt
or a butterfly wing
like id capturing a ring of water
held onto the intangible

and she stays with me even to this day

endless chatter, sadness, depression
colder now
and nothing she speaks matters

the word is mine
my precious possession

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