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Singing | #poems

Sing.

Just Sing.

That’s all I want.

That’s all I need.

A child opens his mouth and beauty emerges

For a man he must overcome all of life’s hurdles

Before the sound can form

And his song can be sung

If it wasn’t for this worm

Of tension he calls a tongue.

Too dark, too heavy.

Too controlled, no breath.

I must not be breathing right,

Yeah, that’s why it’s so tight.

Nature gave me a gift

And I gave it back.

Maybe a child will be given what I lack.

The future is a dream

For everyone but me.

I’d give up my sight

If I could remember how to breathe.

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