Stop Poem by James McLain
Stop
How does it matter
how long we wait
knowing how short it is.
When it comes
one last secret ascending
I have kept.
Ask me I have seen
the number
seven
divided by one
inside of our selves
who can help.
How small the world
truly is
are we now to many
for our own good.
Good or bad
you have made that child
the mirrored
image of your self.
Knowing how
to
build walls
to shut it all out.
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