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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Fear of Finding.

Fear of Finding.

A Poem by T. Wes Smith

Fear of finding; winning, sent in spirals spinning

You cannot believe what your words do to me, I fail, fall short of, explaining the intensity

No way could you imagine, I fail, fall short of, explaining what you’ve done to me.

 

Dare I ask what I’ve done to deserve this blessing, this love unconditional?

Speechless speaking, muttering words, that deafen your ego from overwhelming warmth.

 

Lighted mind you’re captivating, spirits bond its fascinating

How could this connection be broken, let me look into your eyes, tunnel deep inside your mind

Look we’ve found, what I find I cannot define

 

She speaks to me cool quips, retorts of love, eloquent words spoken is tones, they make me feel less alone.

© 2011 T. Wes Smith


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Added on December 17, 2011
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T. Wes Smith
T. Wes Smith

Columbus, OH



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