Kaye S- Poet Free verse

Draft: For the Sake of the Sender

the sheets are blank,
rumpled, crumpled

as is my mind

ink blotted, refusing to write
because it makes it real

but the fingers tap,
the neurons click

so much wanting
to be written
in that notebook

all stored 
in crevices
of the mind,

in chambers
of the heart

refusing to be written

saying it loud,
so loud 
that no one hears

an ear pitched sound
that only caves echo

in time, maybe

since this is
 for the sake of the sender

maybe one day

it shall finally be written






* inspired by Alex Woodard

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