No Words


This is a poem without words
because I have no words to say
how I feel
no words
for my confusion
no language
with which to communicate.
This is written in a foreign tongue
as foreign to me
as self-comprehension
as foreign to me
as my own values
This is the disparity between
what is inside
what is right
what will hurt
less
hurt you
less
but still it hurts me
because inside
I know no right
I feel all wrong
I ignore my values
I respond to your touch
I cling with my guts.

Damon Wyle


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