shy

even his pen was too shy 

to say the choler words he felt,

afraid they’d awaken his dormant stones of pain.

so the words remained trapped inside the timid ink

of immearsurable emotions unanswered,

 never to be written.

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leaves

with no thoughts or prayers

he packed up his stuff

and walked through the door of his own secret self,

turning back momentarily to watch

 the leaves begin to fall on his bed.

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hurting

hurting people hurt people,

so before starting to throw rocks

at windows that can’t be repaired…

let me catch your tears

 and wash away the pain 

that will heal over time.

                                                                      

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