Curse The Ends That Never Meet 


Words are not enough to voice, the tragic noise I feel inside

Maybe I draw a picture to soothe, the nerves that never sit still 

I pick up the pencil and a clean sheet of white paper 

And I think. 

Words fail me, but my hand moves 

And draw parallel lines, the paper ends, and yet the lines go on 

In my mind’s eye, I see them moving

Cutting through me like butter 

Sharp, coal black figures, constant 

Moving, traversing the paths I dare not dream 

Curse the ends that never meet. 

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