he hoped the lonely tears that fell down his cheeks
were like the raindrops that fall down from the sky …
for only a little while.
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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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newspaper
looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.
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Unfinished Souls 