Poem #14; Possibility

Each morning,

I wake up with a name on my lips.

One name.

One person


I worship like almighty.

Love like Romeo.

Lust upon like Eve.

Then that word grows inside me.

The seed sprouts.

The name blossoms.

Reaching the sky,

But never enough.

Floating on waters,

But never sees beneath its shores.

Because there lies an ultimatum,

A bitter reality.

And then I realise,

That no matter how much I try,

I cannot fathom those words into a sentence.

A story.

A truth.

A life.



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