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Uprising After Fifty-one Days
Book: poem
Gone fifty-one days; away from me.
Brown eyes that belongs to I,
catches you from afar.
Gone fifty-one days; away from me.
And I've realized the bridge wasn't set aflame... at least for me.
Drawn by your closeness,
My feet and legs take over, walking me towards you.
Words form; sound echoes, bouncing to you from me.
"hello"
My senses are given back to me.
I regain control of myself, so I scurry back to my abode.
COWARD I am!
Heart pounding, from tying not to faint.
Hands shaking, from the nervousness you gave me.
Head hurting, from tying to figure out who or what made today be the day I would see you again:
Fate?
God?
Destiny?
The devil?
Gone fifty-one days; away from me.
Unknown miles apart.
Feelings I suppressed now submerged releasing these symptoms I wanted no more!
Please, come in; come closer and decrease the amount of inches of how far apart we are.
This will absolutely help me deal with your uprising.
I want to cry right now.
Tears from finally seeing you but also tears from being tongued tied.
Gone fifty-one days; away from me.
Noticing differences that hurts my heart.
Gone fifty-one days; away from me.
Abracadabra! You appear.
But two minutes can't make up for fifty-one days.
I don't want to cry right now.
I want to punch the white wall behind me and shout your name, for you to come back and not increase the unknown miles...
because I might not see you again.
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