ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

There to Discuss

Their Rights at Bay-

Gathered in a Room 

There, their word lay

She's Trapped-

She's Separate-

Sad and Mad the same-

Escape is a Mere Memory

The Connection that Lies Beyond

Past Grave

Past Ground

The Connection is all Around

Talking to Thoughts

Loved - not lost - 

Talking to them - with tenderness

When a name is said

It echoes

Dreary and sad

I'd rather not have a name

So I cannot be defined

Or have a name

That remains unknown

To thoughts and words surround

I know that words are so hollow

I feel hollow words

Everyone's words

Are hollow

To me

I think that I am sorry

I ruined something