"She's Having A Boy..."A Poem by ChrisLife is our perceptions all tied into an existence by ...some... one.Life is our perceptions all tied into an existence by ...some... one. I've lived what follows and heard it again and again. It helps to know our "silence" is heard. “She’s Having A Boy…”
I can only hear ...me - there's no one else anywhere everywhere... and it hurts - damn it hurts.
...and then I breathe again, pause - then again..
And sometimes I see colors again; sometimes it's music, sometimes it's just footsteps - that aren't mine - passing near then by...
Ever feel you live in the echoes of others? The shadows always in the corners of your eyes - the shapes so fleeting even the ghostlets ...cry.
It’s always the damnedest
thing - to KNOW that as the
world turns it is always 1 AM
somewhere and the little voice
echoing over and over inside isn't just yours…
Sometimes it’s in the eyes that catch ours - somehow. And you just KNOW ...you're heard.
Chris © 2013 ChrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
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