When Language Exhausts Itself

When Language Exhausts Itself

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I almost completed a poem

Then my phone ate it for supper

Leaving only fragments

It was about war

And the innocence of childhood

It was about love

And the loss of what is good

It was about climbing peaks

And there being no escape

It was about community

And being alone

Like a dream it is gone

But it was also a prayer

For a better world

So many suffering 

I want to open my heart

I want to shut down

I want to reach out

I want to isolate

I call out in prayer

But only hear my own voice

I am always waiting

For the next strike

There are no answers

Why must I fight

I love those who hurt me

But I fear losing that love

Words fail me

Language fails me

I disappear into the silent spaces

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David Arndt 2018

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Artwork Marfffa Art*

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