Do You See Me?

My words have bled for far too long.
I’ve glittered the blood and called it hope.
I’ve passed that hope in poem and song,
and puffed it out in whiffs of smoke.

I’m bleeding dry.
Do you see me?

My chest holds a winter that shall not pass.
Lay your head on it. Hum a song to it, will you?
I’ve been licking love off the edges of knives.
Whisper a promise to it, of tenderness, will you?

I’m losing sight.
Will you find me?

And I’ve heard that levity overflows.
Will you kiss my neck and make it true?
And when my sadness does its rounds,
will you hold me tight and see me through?

I’m feeble now.
Can you hold me?

And what happens of trees that fall in forests?
Nobody sees; do they make a sound?
And what of the loneliness that lives in its shadow?
Does freedom ever look around?

I’m not free.
Do you hear me?

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