Poetry Column (Querida)

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Poetry Column

- Querida



talking to the wall

talking to the wall:
that breathes...
that mutters...
that grimaces...
and disapproves.
yet all my voicings,
fall on ears...
occupied on the,
safe soundings,
of the box.
the face
that will not reply back.
the face
that allows you to listen and see
that questions but expects
only answers that are thought.
volumes rise
both in heart and hurt
the electric hum suppresses all.
cries fill the screen
and tears drip down the wall
but for which?

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Let me show the heart i have and the love that time betrayed

Dear God,
give me the strength
to endure the aftermath
of love.
where defense becomes strong
against its own ally
the very one that fed
the life
that rallies against its foe.
its foe of silence.
of past glory that emblazoned the hero.
of failure to resist the repetition of oft errors.
of giving in of giving up of giving all to
time and its ultimate betrayal.