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

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Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper

Date: 5/4/2018 11:37:00 AM

You, Asante, are something....it's called an Amzaing Poet. I read this three times and the words just flow off my tongue. What a pity and a shame no one took the time to render to this poem what it deserves......Praise! I love it! Great work! I hope you are still writing my friend..... MC

Te Indi
Date: 7/17/2018 3:18:00 PM

Thank you so much Marquis. You have always been so supportive and sweet.