My Dead Language

It’s your sentiment

It’s your sentiment
That makes you whole
But still enraged and
Climbing towards
A piece of nothing
That never did exist
If existence is you
Then wait patiently
There will be a day
When fate will come
To lead you from despair
Outside of judgment
Withdrawn from overwhelming contemplation
So for now I kiss you and your fear
Because right know my loneliness
Is loud enough to hear.

By Jennifer Barajas

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