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::: Higher Plane :::

Ring around the
Rosary your mother left you
Your, mother left you
Or taken, more like it
Faking, you strike it
Or try to
This curveball that life threw
….
Swing and a miss
No time, to wish
That second chances consisted of more than distracted glances
Preoccupied by all the things you have to deal with in this life
Or out
And that’s the best of dreams, the nightmares turn out to emulated by reality
Love not shown can’t be made up for
But the regret for not showing it can’t be made up either
So it hurts
Unbearably
To hear these voices telling me
When I just want to make it better, that I wasted my one opportunity
Cold and beautiful world
At least she rests, shh…
In peace...

I, still here
In this room, in this house
Home, no longer
Grown? No poem to,
Teach me the ways of saving face when it all falls down
So I lay here, in this empty space
Longing for a moment that has figures and fixtures that cannot be erased
I wish our destinations were switched
I wish that was enough consideration to stop the pain
But it’s not
Cold and beautiful world
I mirror every one of your circumstances
But with my numbness in feeling,
I hope, that there
Up there
You can’t reciprocate
I miss you

Written by: ~ Kevin J