Making Contact, a poem by David J. Roussel at Spillwords.com
Yannick Pulver

Making Contact

Making Contact

written by: David J. Roussel

@hokusgrey

 

This could be anything.
These words are just symbols
together on a page
that my mind has arranged
in such a way
as to trick your brain
into maybe
believing me.

This could be a love letter.
This could be
my heart,
and soul,
and blood
upon this page.
This could be yearning,
and loneliness,
and heartbreak
that consumes me in your absence.
A sky,
minus Polaris.
But this is not a love letter.

This could be an ultimatum.
A declaration of war.
This could be every grievance,
wrongdoing,
hurt feeling,
line crossed
and all slights,
however small.
A writ of accusation
and a formal notice of intent
that open hostilities
are now on the table.
A fist fight,
a gun fight,
a full blown nuclear holocaust.
Time to burn it all down.
But this is not an ultimatum.

This could be a cry for help.
An S.O.S.
A message in a bottle,
floated out into the universe’s
endless ether
in hope,
in desperation,
that another one might read this words
and know just what they mean.
Stranded,
alone,
on a planet full of people.
Listless.
Segregated.
As uncontacted as some Amazon tribe,
but this is not a cry for help.

This is not a love letter,
or an ultimatum,
nor is it an S.O.S.,
but all the words
are pleading
to every person
who reads them;
We are out here,
all of us,
together.

David J. Roussel

David J. Roussel

I am a writer, of poetry, mainly. I have written a complete piece everyday for the past 5 years. I publish new pieces to my WordPress blog - Hokus Grey every Saturday and Sunday. Over 1600 pieces of poetry have been published to date. I have no intention of stopping.
David J. Roussel

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