What is it weighs upon our

my

own effort to allow peace,

instead,

there is a trigger of dispute,

speaks a loud,

sometimes soft in the middle of the night,

a measure of decency

will not exist when in full force.

if you can feel me shudder,

please say hello,

give me an indication,

a sign, a suggestive sigh,

one might allow my reaction

to hold similar synapse.

 

I’m looking for a symbiotic

gesture of a definition,

perhaps it might be

love,

I can never really be sure.

 

When I walk in a room,

see the eyes,

a bevy of personalities

to match up with my own,

I wonder often, too much, beyond scope,

I question,

really that’s all I ever do,

I look for an in-road,

tells me, in a quiet truth,

I’m ok,

the burden remains chained

so I will never completely run away,

always to be found,

standing nearby,

speculative and lacking any semblance of

trust.

 

I mistaken my pain

for your happiness,

we have come full circle then.

 

The evolution of life.