The urge to write
Grips me tight
But what is there
To write?
What could I
Say that would
Alter my current
Condition?
Especially since
I don’t know
What my current
Condition is
I could write of
My unshed tears
Of months and years
Of biting back
My screams
Or of indiscribable
Feelings mixed
Churned together...
Or I could tell
About how my
Christmas lights
Remind me of fireflies reflecting
Threefold
Or of the orange eyed
Fox that mesmerized me
Of how I could watch a candle
For hours
or I could tell of wind in
the budding tress
These things would
describe my current
condition
so much better.
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