across the
continent
and back never
been
most of them
here want
to go back
again
facing a wall
staring
in a dark room
collecting
these thoughts
in a book
shaped vacuum
locking in the
flavor
or whatever it
holds
smashing the
mirrors
not fitting
their molds
or whatever box
they try to put
him into
he might not
have told
you what he saw
but he meant to
positive is here
what makes the
world spin
if negative
spreads to the core
where will he
be then
he stands with
a strength
that might be
brand new
looking at the
rain
on the window
he might think of you
wants to help
anyone
expelling their
pain
wiping it clean
like a window
in the rain
how did it get
there
he might not
even know
he wants to get
out of here
but doesn’t know
where to go…
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