Dismissal from a novel start…I find my world in gray.
Empty hands- so grazed; so bruised- resist the urge to pray
For change, for revolution, to suit another’s needs;
But however trapped in self-reassurance—the heart still bleeds.
Within myself I find the sin; the cause that build the wall.
Fixed in definition- still I close my eyes in hope, and call:
That time will pass and I might find a way to see past my demise…
If only, through another’s eyes.
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