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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

By my pride

Cast adrift
in an unknown sea.
 
By my pride.
 
Alone
 
Missing you,
whoever you are.
 
It’s not the end
that frightens me.
 
It’s knowing
I have missed
your tender love
and mercy.
 
Forgive me,
sweet lovely stranger,
my truest deepest love.

(2013)

Otras obras de Wil Kavi...
No place to hide

If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
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A child’s prayer

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
Cruel and beautiful

I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
 1
It did not happen

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
These words

These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
 1
Abandoned

My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
 1
Say nothing

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Lost child

Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
The least of us

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
Moth to the flame

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
Thief in the night

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
The village well

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
G-r-r-r-r

That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
 3
I am oracle

I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
 1
Dinnertime Blues: depression

My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me



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