The Silent Contest Shatters- a Collaboration With Brenda Chiri
In my emptiness there is a silence
that shatters my thoughts into fragments.
When I reach for you, it is hopeless.
Lost in the morning sunlight
take my word sang on chord
no lies held as you hold me
No words needed for this shared
Letting go of all the past, as
I breathe in your strength.
Without the weight of waking
alone in the contest for a soul
your words hide the poison
A realm within the board where
passion awaits a winner on one
end to be the giver for the group
No contest posted in the morning
make up to be told in the same way
manners are what kept the fire hot
Like a butterfly without wings. Love, lost,
vapor dreams, chronic nostalgia turning
in my grave of buried sorrows and regret
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