Two Extremes on the Negative Side
Creases in my forehead
Pushed there by the pressures of your words.
Closed-mouth I listen, waiting for the chance to be heard.
My fingers move at a swift pace.
Typing, hammering out my emotion.
I can now see what breaks a place,
And causes a misplacement of devotion.
I fight for one, for the both of us,
Carrying all the weight.
I travel down this crooked path,
Forcing myself to see it straight.
Tears pierce my eyes,
But I well up the saline inside.
Science books describe the sea as a body of one,
But the Bible says it divides.
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