Tell Me What I Donít Know

We all need saving from extremes
Winter mornings and unfettered dreams
I have been popular and unknown
Both of which I would tediously bemoan
Save us from all things in-between
Like words mouthed under handís screen
Sometimes it is those things unsaid
Keeping our eyes fixed on ceilings in bed
I would like to hear what wasnít told
Before my bones seize and mind grows old
I hope one day that the nightly news
Will be filled with things we did not choose

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-01 at 14:55

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