Sing - Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Sit with me in quiet harmony.
Sing to me in that haunting tone.
Convey your intensity to me
Through your plaintive melodies.
Your art glances off me.
But it leaves a scar.
I may not hear you as you are.
I may filter you through my pain.
But you sink in like an ointment
That poisons as it cures.
I will let you eat away at the thick skin
That kept unpleasant sensations at bay.
Maybe your melancholic hope
Can reawaken parts of my soul
I thought had atrophied long ago
On my own labyrinthine path
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