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My Own Collision
by Christopher ShinWith the best moments,
I grab the dagger
and think.
The sharpness
fills my soul,
and doubt remains.
I am nothing to anybody,
and I am the broken words.
I sit around as people
grin and bow.
With proper tastes
I explode as my
heart bleeds out.
You'll never know
that the body and
soul collides with
my mind.
So I sit alone
with tears that
seem to patter
like the overcast
that looms.
The gray is
the color
of my breath,
and I fall. 01/18/2010 Posted on 01/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/19/10 at 10:29 AM Sometimes I wish I could change your world, so you could know the warmth of it. Just once. Again. But these are matters not solved by outsiders, nor the guardians overshadowed by the depth of your pain. Still, you are surrounded by those who share the weight of what you carry. |
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