#WritcoPoemPrompt121

Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like a melody that floats,
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

I see them jump and shift places,
Giving the melody a new tune,
Trying to find meaning my head hazes,
Like reading an ancient rune.

You expressed a lot while talking none,
Read between the lines, you said,
But I burnt your notes under a flaming sun,
Your tears embraced them like a rose bed.

Like millions before me, I choose ignorance,
For I'm not equipped to fight for the truth,
To separate my mind from my heart I'm craving severance,
By keeping mum and helping none I'm floating through my youth.
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