It’s not easy to grasp.
It’s not easy to fall.
It’s not easy to contain.

All that I have seen,
All that I have heard,
All that I have done,

They can disturb.
They can haunt.
They can consume.

I must admit.
I must understand.
I must survive.

This is something long.
This is something difficult.
This is something unimaginable.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to Margin

  1. Beautifully put–you’ve got this.

  2. aplis7 says:

    I love it, beautiful and real.

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