Alone with my thoughts, by myself, without help
my brain tells me to go but it is probably

suffering, because of destructive actions, chitchat
in the hallway, suggests it was my fault

friends in the wings lose their memory: about all
the words they agreed needed speaking so

tears of frustration flow from out of no where
my head throbs, judge and jury sit before me

a waking nightmare that I cannot speak, no words,
but it is not true, I can speak, but no one can hear

– L.J. Lenehan –


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