Wednesday, November 25, 2015


it seems
like all i write
are echoes
of what you say
to me

and the words
that i want
to remember

fall between 
the syllables 
on the page

protecting the heart
from the pain
protecting the brain
from sorrow

helping me walk
through to-morrow

with a whisper
of the past
to see me through


poem inspired by this prompt:

art by: Jasenko Đorđević

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