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About Poetry Other Exits Back to Artemisu! ______________________________________________ Stopped by a message written on a wall making my way home. People sat reflecting the things they had lost. And what had I lost? I came home to someone and met the brick, the brick again. Passions spread to the far Earth, loved, disappeared. As I sat on bench one day. Broken and defected. Nothing I was without, and yet I knew not love nor loss. Color drained. The wall had been there so long I couldn’t see it anymore. Didn’t know to climb over it, break it down. Devoid. Colors painted on napkins left on tables, passions recorded. And myself without passion. I thought about you, waiting for me. Waiting for me to climb over the wall and come home. But I couldn’t see it. Sat at subway, noise blaring. Bottle handed over. They asked what I had waiting at home, a person anxious with worry. Put his hands up against the brick and pushed. You can’t get through. I had to stay locked up there. Screamed and slammed the door; you stood quivering, unsure of what to say. And I gave you no chance. Don’t see me, stay away. Safe behind the brick. Deep emotions, but they are thought more than they are felt. I hate you, I said. Stay away from me. The warmth spreads and the brick starts to crumble. My passion built up like the water behind a dam. And as my love grew I cut you more to keep you far away. But now you stand, saddened and bewildered; heart is bleeding. Would I ever see you again? Only now. And I could not defend myself. The wall collapsed, left me a shriveled naked form. But you are nowhere in sight. Nowhere in sight. I can’t go home now. Kept myself blank and fought with anger. Lost city in my heart, I search for you. And I loved you all along. Myself.
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