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2/26/2021 3:03:32 PM

Yonathan Asefaw
Posts: 9

When I was young, I could never hear you speak.
Although you spoke sometimes to me; I was only eleven.
The world had gone mad, you told me shut up.
But would I shut up? No, only you did.
You told me that I was going to die, no way.
The blue buds of my thoughts cut like weed whackers. Finished.
Like my soul, it dies and so will my verbiage.
You told me that I was going to see heaven.
But that’s not what you really meant.
You meant only silence, just like when you
occasionally speak but don’t, you stutter.
Are you ok? I ask. And you say; no, I am not.
I almost died in a car accident from complaining
about you, the sound of your cracking voice
filled my body like rising waves in an ocean.
I was blind, didn’t see where I was going,
then I caught car after car.
You said I was going to live, make up your mind.
You remember me and then you turn away
in the hospital where I received bruises.
You said to me that I was going to feel pain.
And I did, but where are you now?
Don’t tell me you have gone, the world curls
into a ball and I have slept, oh for so long I did.
I wish you couldn’t talk, but for me to talk
I would have to have you reply yes, my child
I will talk to you.
edited by LoomingSun on 2/26/2021

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