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posted on Jul, 2 2011 @ 06:10 PM
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Though I write a great many things poetry has always been and probably always will be my favorite words to write

Thanks for the read if you are here.

Ainge

Love and compassion is
left unto those for
whom I speak,
while their mouths are
cemented shut,
Upon the delivering touch.
Remaining inside.
As my words
yell,
my mind reels,
my humanity,
sings
Outcries for
those
upon outcast land.
Where they themselves
remain unable to stand.
Not for lack of
reaching,
Hands
bite into those seeking.
solitary confinement
only to give
lonely space.
Reality,
long
gone.
humility wronged
Upon the cuts
that are deep.
Restless
I seek
to speak,
so
cells
may not
reek.




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