MY MOUTH WON’T OPEN – Hour 2

(Being 44)

I don’t know 

Neither do you nor the dog

Perhaps the dog knows

 

You work away

I spend my days 

torturing myself

 

Lost in the lack of you

Lack of me

Something is amiss

 

I feel guilty

You have acquired

another lost soul

 

Tears stain our time

I’m raging inside

a slow deep burn

 

Detached from reality

 I cannot see a future

I live in fear of loss

 

I want to smoke again

I need a prop

To ground me

 

I have failed

My mouth won’t open

I can’t see behind your eyes

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