9999 ~ Fragmented Thoughts ~ How Could I? (Early) - Poem by stan pelfrey
How can I hold my tongue?
Not say too much of love
to a cold, deaf ear that
has only heard what it wants to hear.
How can I hold my gaze?
Not see too much of this
a horrible sight that no
one should ever witness.
How can I hold my step?
When I want to run and
hold you in my arms, never
letting you slip away into the mist.
How can I hold my nose?
When this may be the last
time I smell you and your sweet
fragrance, that has forever
held me captive to you.
How can I hold my breath?
Not scream and let you know
that this last has upset my being
and forever altered my consciousness.
How could I?
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