A Maniac Lesson Poem by Tajma Hall
A Maniac Lesson
I hold out
hoping for your hand
I would trade a thought
for any number of times
I said your name
is till this breath
catches a soft crease of your hair
I am your maniac
flowers gently flow
no longer than I kiss your face
crowding the fear
you might disappear
I rebuke any rejection
that climbs resentment
my mind is out
my love, faith is holding out
hoping for your hand
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4/24/2024 5:31:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful! ! Well written..................................Louis