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Blindfolded

I'm good at being alone. I'm used to being alone... But not like this- not like I can't tell if I'm alone Or not- as if You have blindfolded me In silence, then left me In silence- I don't know If you are close or Out of reach- Would you hear me If I screamed? Are you still watching To see what I'll do, Or did you leave A long time ago?- I just don't know; You didn't tell me Anything- You're not telling me Anything- I reach out my arms But I don't know What to reach for... A hand? A wall? A door? Is there anything left To reach for?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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