dumb in the world of love

not my place

not my space

I circle around

to reach above.

stuck in the middle

waiting for demonstrations

round, all directions.


the urge to wait

the sense of death

all as bad

as what’s truly happening.

sick, some might say

bonkers, some might accuse.

a hopeless writer

what I call.

fear, weakness

conceal, pure emotions

let go, dark desires.

feeling under

struggling above

upside down, is what I see.

blind in the world of light,

dull in the world of noise,

dumb in the world of love.


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