The Voice in my Head – April 10, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

The run off

Disregarded

Obsolete

Frantic

Heart racing

Borderline

Losing their shit

Trying to understand

The reason why

It’s not that simple

Deeper than we thought

Gross

Molding

Fermenting

Gurgling up

And out

Sicker to my stomach

Than I’ve ever been

Doing and doing

The words are all lost

Sprinkled

And fallen

Brought nowhere

Until they hit

And fall at my feet

What am I doing

Stop

And stare

No

Pick them up

Eat them

Choke down their truth

Coughing and coughing

Until you see clearly

There is only

One

Way

Out

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