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Communication, creative, Depression, Insecurity, poems, poetry, Undone, verse, writing
I’ll carve marks into my skin
And hope that you can see
Trust the cold wind with my name
To show where I have been,
Throw my arms out open wide
Watch red skies turn to black
Cry lost flowers wilt and die
To show you what’s inside,
I’ll leave words upon the shelf
Beneath the dust they’ll die
Hear the voices on the breeze
Whisper someone else,
All the things I left undone
Freeze the hands as they spin
Then slip between the covers
And vanish with the sun.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020