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.
