Terminal 6 Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Terminal 6



Yet here I am, finding age and regret
Desperate to feel everything but regret
Speaking analog in a technical society
Whispering failures in a crowded room
Hoping to solidify meaning and eternity
Without giving out my name
Yet here I am, a contradiction of faith and logic
In search of passion and opportunity
But guilt have consumed me
And insanity have become a flirting companion
The sort that has bruised me badly
Without knowing my name
Yet here I am, faking my own existence
Without color or sound
Inviting strangers to dream and wishing them lovers
Wishing them better then the hue of an afternoon
The scent of an apricot sunrise
The warmth of noon’s summer
Yet here I am, midnight still
And, an hour after morning
Sporadically remembering happiness
As I can only remember it
Distant and few
Somehow forgetting the most of the few
Nevertheless yearning to close the distance between them
Yet here I am…

Terminal 6

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Port au Prince, Haiti
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