Devon McElveen Poems

It is a thing so fragile
To hold such beauty.
Petals of many colors
Subdue my eyes.
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Am I free?
Free because I am not locked in a cage,
Because I hold my own ideas,
Because I possess my own will?
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She brought me here,
A place I have never known.
A place in which
I will become grown.
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I never knew him, only knew of him.
He was a great man, a man who knew many things.
Caring, Compassionate, Cool, Collected.
Lies. All of it lies.
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He is here, but he is not alert.
He is in his own world, away from us.
He does not speak, though people want him to.
His eyes are closed, and they will not open.
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No body is more pure than that that lies before me.
The colors it reflects prove to be alluring.
No body is more vast than that that I am stranded upon.
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All of these words used around me,
I do not understand them.
What has been said, I wonder?
Could they be speaking of me?
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I can not think.
My mind is at a gridlock.
Where’s my inspiration?
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The cloudiness that holds within your mind
You allow it to reside there?
Your judgment is biased, your speech unruly,
Yet you run through my words like they are your air.
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