6.28.2022

yearning that rises in your throat when you least expect it

dollars and cents, but given 
the choice I asked to remain 
nothing. So now I am 
a remembered ray of darkness 
that catches at the corners 
of your sight, a flat calm 
in the oceans that never rest, 
a yearning that rises 
in your throat when you 
least expect it, and screams 
in a voice no one understands, 
Let me be! 
Let me be! 
 

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