Some words are magnetic
To the point of touching the core
Resembling is all our being asks for
So that when the moment arrives,
it'll sit with us and then it'll bore into our souls
The corners, waiting for us,
asking in silence to fill it with our essence
And when this theory ends,
they poke themselves out some more
A raw comfort overflow as they take a turn,
waiting for us to finish this lesson
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This poem grows more cryptic the more it is read and after three readings I feel there is a depth here that I can not fathom. It does sound of human insensitivity in our wording and its effects on others.
Thanks for the read.
I feel this write is about how we speak to people, the way we deliver those words and how they are received. Once we have something said to us, we then normally digest what they have said in our mind and in silence, i am probably a mile away, but that is what comes across to me. A very interesting and enjoyable read.
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