Gary Scott Gebert
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Floating To The Surface
Within the words you speak,
softly whispering from behind your mask.
Soothing lost syllables calling me out,
from this ocean of hopelessness and guilt.
Within the words that you pen,
scripting my life one sentence at a time.
Telling my shadowy secrets to all we know,
uncovering the weakness we share.
Within the words of your poems,
each phrase dancing to an aria locked my head.
A melody, which reminds of old lies,
pretending it is for someone else.
Within the words sculpted by your hands,
for all to see, but not to understand.
Into a steamy hot pool
drenched with an action from yourself
up, down, all around
As I come up I bleed
a darkening of a once clear, pure mass
loosing my power and self
You control the motion