yell me softly

So I shout at this moon

where were you old one

why am I floating broken

silver chord

there is a painter you know

blank canvas

there is a poem lost for words

all the paper all the ink

can not make peace

force me to want

want me to force

lay me down in buried thoughts

of love and empathy

all the maps with borders burning my hopes

stitch me cut mouth

like a grin

smile me forever

or maybe a day

this obligation to endure…

oh my

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