The words you force

The words you yell

The words you fictitiously pronounce

Now becomes you, becomes your energy.

Your energy flow is not lucid any more. Was it ever?

Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you.

These words you force on me have backfired.

I see the colours you wear.

I must now forgive you.

The damage has been done. To yourself.

[ ABSENCE. A poem conceived by: Christina Clark ]

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