I express deeply to a wilderness kept within,
Guiding words to unseen walls;
Unseen walls, that blend harmoniously with the crevices that form
The valley embodying what little you know of my mind.
As soon as my words reach their destination,
They return, almost immediately.
Repeating themselves,
Over… and over again.
It should come as no surprise then,
To me, or to you,
That whatever feeling I end up carrying as a mantle
Entirely depends on what I would have chosen to exclaim
At the periphery of my world’s edge.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: JoeyJazz
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