The baggage of meanings
Can turn the tables.
into appreciation
Without
Interpretating
the end
Before the middle has come
Let alone just the dawn
Of this twilit timely darkness
Words are heavy with intent
First to reach
then to influence
The mind of another
which is not my right
just turns out that way
No fault of mine
To be expressive
That unfortunatly
Reaches Somtmes across
the virtual abyss that seperates
all us little ones in isolation
Desperate to connect just to believe
We are in this together.
©wrennie
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