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Click hereYou don't get
where I've come from.
You don't get
where I'm going.
You just-
don't get.
You just-
don't understand.
But you label me this.
Or you cast curses for that.
But you don't get
what I mean at all.
How can you tell me
I have no faith
when you just read
those few words?
And how can I explain
to somehow I don't know?
Those few words
only told of one moment.
Where do I go
with what I feel?
How do I answer back
to a stranger?
These words that I write
fly mostly into air.
Who really reads poetry?
Who really understands?
So who do I tell
that you read me wrong?
Where do I take
my explanations?
And where do I
shove the guilt?
Where do I displace
the fear?
Because you don't know.
And you don't understand.
And I don't know you
to tell you what I meant.
i mentioned this submission in the New Poem Review thread in the Poetry Forum. - wildsweetone (the 50% rating is so that it does not affect future temp ratings).