Déjà Vu

Curtal Sonnet
December, 2018

My words in verse, my poem’s lines like ropes 
on which I balance, love, I stand robust. 
I walk, ignoring dangers, watchingyou 
observe; you hold your breath, you doubt your hopes 
and yet, you count my steps, and show your trust 
as if you waived the past to start anew. 
Inside you, everything that screams my name, 
will keep on shouting what you always knew 
and what Ilearnt rejecting other’s lust, 
aspiralled truth, it’s always been the same 
Déjà vu.

 

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