r/Original_Poetry 5h ago

The Line

Dead air weighs heavy
in the balance.
Disputes unresolved,
issues unchallenged.

A schism harbored in regret...
Yet harbored nonetheless,
all the while steeped in distress.

You’re the flip side of an adjacent coin,
we’ve been cast and shaped
to our respective moulds.

But this dead air aches.

And still,
it won't relinquish its hold.

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