advice
given
to
me
never
ignore
listening,
processed
and
considered.
seems
as though
each
one I meet leaves
a
stain
as
on a shirt
and
I can’t get it clean.
my
fingers are numb,
but
my emotions
passed
that spot
days
ago, don’t know
where
the feeling went.
words
spoken
are
heard and
neatly
tucked away
but
are my hands tied
once
revealing too much.
need
to be given
a
sign
when
I go too far
with
words and
generous
actions.
it’s
one p.m.
and
I am listening
to
bROCKtON-
elevator
music, but
I’m
not going up or down.
trapped
inside a box
no
one, but me can see
I
am a mime and
not
so good at it
can
you see?
how
many other people
in
the world
wished
on the same
star
as I did
last
night?
feeling
as though I
have
accomplished
nothing
as of late,
no
one to blame,
but
me.
don’t
have any enemies
except
that man
in
the glass,
provided
I chose to look
at
and acknowledge him.
I
remember new york,
hundreds
of miles away,
but
people, the same,
seemed
so real, but
my
phone screams silence.
it’s
five a.m. and
I
lay on the floor
in the kitchen
and
I
want to sleep.
waking
up and I can’t
stand
to look
in
the glass
why
and
what
do I fear?
pushing
everyone
away
from me,
but
realizing I don’t
have
to, they must have known
they
are gone.
am
I the welcome mat
for
all? do I really
allow
people to walk
all
over and
wipe
their feet daily?
how
can I change
these
things? do I
truly
want to change?
wasn’t
I happy alone? am I not
happy
because I don’t know I’m happy?
there’s
a spot on my spoon
too
much smoke in my lungs
not
enough love in my heart
and
too many helping hands lent-
and knowing nothing concluded...
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