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by MiannaWilliamsDiaz

by MiannaWilliamsDiaz

                                        
                                                  It's 3:33 am 
&
I am up thinking about everything again
All the ways I latch on to others as a way to feel more whole & complete
The way I hold paranoia in my head 
Seeing all those around me as invisible snakes 
Spearing hate on my name 
So I lie & stay in shame
Fearing my insecurities are a burden to others 
I hide them deep in the crevices
Of all the pain
I've yearned to meet intimate palms with
Those I love 
But never do
Instead
Isolation fills
these hands 
Full
Of words I wish to let go of
So I can release
Take the empty space & fill
Unfullfilled
Portions of my soul 
Maybe there lies a deeper sense of
Inner peace
Crouching in silence 
the piercing frequency of questions 
Holds voice on tongue 
Vibrating