Poem 45

Unspoken for

i was in a dream once before
where no one could speak, even the slightest bit.

it felt like a hand gripped around the neck,
breathless. inaudible. weak.

once before, i imagined my name called out
from a profound feeling, unexplainable.

but it was all a wish
brought upon the need to be loved as i have loved.

and how do i respond to words
that make me feel the loneliest in the world?

i pull the hood over my head
like an armour against the world.

in the reality in which i live,
i walked on in silence, alone and crying.

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