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The Right Words
This poem is dedicated to Chevelle Behar. You always helped me find the Right Words to say. Even if I put it off as long as I could. Thank you.
I sit alone in the dark corners of an unlit room in an unknown place.
And as I sit, I wait. I wait for the right words to come to mind.
Waiting. Waiting. Nothing.
Yet still I'm writing. But writing what?
Words that trail endlessly on and on, always coming and always going.
But going where? Nowhere.
They flow like the silent unseen rivers of the mind.
They flow to a place where all things end.
And it is here that they lie...