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Hello!

Would anyone like to critique my poem? I’d love the help! Any suggestions are great. There’s something not quite right about it, but I like the idea.

Unfinished Letters

There is a tea stain on my desk,

and a letter never sent.

A sentence or two of black ink

but nothing between the lines.

“Hello, how have you been?

“I’ve missed you,

“I’m sorry.”

Not yet has my pen flowed with ink

that comes from my heart.

 

There is mascara on her cheek

and water in her eyes.

A sentence or two flow through my lips

but don’t flow through my heart:

“I’m here for you,

“I’m sorry.

“Let me know how I can help.”

I wish I could say it truly,

but I feel empty inside.

 

There is a silence in my soul

and this time there are no words.

No sentences flow through the silence

but now I hear

my heart is crying.

 

There are fingers on my keyboard

and black pixels on the page.

I’m beginning to see the point

“There is a tea stain

“on my desk,”

“There is mascara

“on her cheek.”

“There is a silence

“in my soul.”

and that is all I need to say.

The Lord speaks through the quiet

when I have no words.