Aphasia

by David Andrés Alíx

Had
I the luxury

I
would get down on my knees

And
plead for mercy

The
end of misery

Then
on all fours on the floor

And
finally prostrate at the grate

To
splash through to the

Gutter
where I’ll know not

What
to utter

That
then your spirit beseech

For
me exactly what I need

To
make it another day

Please
grant the luxury

Of
tears that are sweet

Rolling
down my face

Leaving
a trace of a taste

You’ll
not despise

Do
not cover your eyes

To
this heart that is broken

Due
to the words that

Must
remain unspoken

-2013.11.17

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