Thursday, November 17, 2011

Written Out

All contact eschewed
and now she can’t feel
they call it a mood
like they know what’s real
the only thing that keeps her sane
are endless thoughts she can’t contain

and pouring them out
an inky curative
a spiritual spout
that compels her to live
until that unimaginable day
when there’s nothing left to say.

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