Slightly
Could you see my face in the crowd she asked
What crowd i answered
Think i have unislexia
everything confuses me
Shame of life
indulge my compassion
Talked to the raindrop
as it sped down my cheek
whispered bye as it left my chin
Left the stone unturned
Buzz the bee
longed to belong
Wondering if the dark
is another reality
just beyond the suffering
ever so slightly alive
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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