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Unrequited

23 Thursday Apr 2020

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I’m starting to realize that confessing your love is more selfish than effective.
We see someone. We like someone.
Then give them our feelings to deal with.
And then what? What are they to do with it? What do you expect?

Imagine waking up, fresh and well experienced in your young age.
Then, upon stepping outside to in-take a breath of fresh air, you find a baby.
In waiting. In a basket. On your doorstep. What then?
Foster care? Cops? I guess I’m a parent now? Hit up grandma or mom?

It’s not so simple.

@Sircharlesthepoet

Spirit of the River

13 Thursday Dec 2018

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Gather on the riverside,
The sand-less seashore
Escaping and rolling your fears away

Gather on the riverside,
And sit on the rocks.
Like a child sitting on the lap of her father;
His mother
“What’s your biggest fear?”
Hisses the Spirit of the River

I want to be remembered.
Like the mountain remembers every footstep along its spine
So I’m afraid.
That the wind will arrive, brush away the prints;
That humans,
Numerous as the rocks on a mountain
Will forget my effect.

When I’m Gone

09 Tuesday Jan 2018

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As I die, I always wonder
If birds will pause their chatter
If singing will bow, in the shower
If spark is found somber.

Before my eyes close and I give in
To unknown and imagine,
I always wonder
If television will snail through dull scenes
If train will be. And its behavior not bothered.

As I lay in depth, I can’t help but ponder
If my bed will miss me when it’s time
If pillows will repeal masks, wear sackcloth’s in ash

Before I take my last breath, I question the ever
If eager, creative minds will hide and gnash
If fuss no longer must
If in memory, I will remain stronger
If factual stories will have me live forever.

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