Unsaid

The definition of who we are, only we know the real answer to that…

we are the unsaid, truth swept

under a rug. Lost particles;

once molecules, atoms in endless

orbit mistaken for dust( as seen

even if we remain unseen)–

camouflaged by our own darkness,

like vampires we fear true light.

The luminescence, the cadence

overshadowed by decadence…

years and years to be released,

uncuffed from the grip

that suffocate these hands

from ever touching, from

ever holding what lies

unmentioned among these

quiet, routed lines marked

deep in our palms

–mr gahon 1/26/13

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