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Contemplational sigh

Posted to Action Poetry

over so many sighs has time
tripped me up

where did it go?
was it there before?
did I not take heed?

what mistakes juvenile minds make,
while trustworthy souls sit and wait,
are selfish and cruel.

what words can one soul,
one being of flesh and blood
and thought and taste, utter?

skeletal skin,
exposed for all to see;
taking, for one time,
what was out in.