when will i learn that nobody gives
a shit about the words i delicately
speak???

attempting to set things straight and
bury the hatchet by sliencing my voice
i end up on the cutting board

why is it no matter where i lay my
head its a stone of burden disguised
as my pillow???

cramping my neck and my style only
seen in my words dreams showing no fear
in sharing my inner most emotions

why do i all of the sudden feel guilty
as i start to shed tears outside
a church thats closed???

no one to stifle my cries
no one to ask me whats wrong
no one to care

not even my animadversion

when time stands still for a momentary
lapse of reason am i strong enough in
spirit to be its crutch???

or is this the answer to my questions
revealing why everything in my life
has crumbled apart and
crushed me???

do you see my hand waving and pointing
"here i am, here i am"
buried in the debris
of my destiny

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