Questions
Are we the same? — A poem
A voice in danger of being silenced speaks for barely a moment. A sleeping consideration abandoned on the road to nowhere. Are we the same? My avoidance is full of absolution. While knowing exactly what I should have said to yesterday.
Believing concerns deserve transparency. Blood, sweat, and tears intend to change the gravity.
Are we the same? I am waving goodbye to adversity, while expecting honestly that will not raise hell.
Compassion is sick of excuses that are damaging solutions. Dissatisfaction is tired of dreams that never come true.
Are we the same? Rudely awakening the consideration. While burning the thoughts that none will hear unless we play them here.
A less deserving hunger knows exactly what to say to bring back the unanswered yesterday. The more we understand, the more we can wash these other questions from our hands.
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