Molecules

Poetry for the blind Songs for the deaf An audience of living and breathing pulsating through the soul they are waiting for the melody to push through the cracks of gasps and moans waiting for clenched fist that have never learned to fight to ignite and somehow I won't be right below the brim, right under the surface, the light that never makes it through the blinds I cannot be attempts prayers pleas and then acceptance of young dreams that never come to be I have to be something