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Maybe – Promote Yourself

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I’m trying to figure out why I want to hear your voice.
It’s hard.

I don’t want to be with you.
I don’t want to be near you.
I don’t want to be in your arms,
And I certainly don’t want to be
Your punching bag.

So then why, when I feel the warmth
Of fear, despair, regret, anxiety
Creeping up in my chest…
…Why do I want to run to you?

You were never my protector,
You were never my guardian.

Maybe the person I’m running back to,
Is just the version of me I left behind.

Maybe I want to talk her, ask her,
What I could of done differently.
How did you get through this?
How did you survive?

Maybe I just want to have someone
To rely on,
To confide in,
To feel safe with.

Maybe.

Or maybe I’m overthinking.
And what I really want,
Is what I can’t have.

Kristy-Leigh Minehan

Hey there! I’m Kristy – or, as it states on my card, K. L. Minehan. I write a little bit of everything: horror, mystery, fantasy, young adult, even a bit of smut. I’m an Australian shacked up in Sweden, and I spend far too much time playing video games (and not enough time writing!).

Here is something that I think might appeal to your readership. It was originally posted at www.ohgodagirl.com

NIGHT RAIN – Promote Yourself

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The darkened hush of an autumn evening,

a distant murmur and a world of sound approaches.

The window sweats great flowing beads

yet in darkness

where colors turn to gray

and reality to hazy contours,

night hides the rain.

As if only the sound exits.

Night does this.

Night, a time for sounds,

a time for memories that have no sounds,

only pictures alive within a darkened mind.

A raindrop blurs a scene unchanged

time, a memory’s life.

   Walt Trizna

https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

I am submitting my poem, Night Rain.  It was first published in 1984 by New Worlds Unlimited.  I own the rights.
My name is Walt Trizna.  In addition to poetry, I write science fiction and horror short stories and have one published novel,
New Moon Rising.
I had a poem published by New Worlds Unlimited in their anthology, Voices of the Majestic Sage.

 

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