Speech Deprived
Wishing I had the words
even when writing seems easier
I still seem to be hurdled by my fears
Failing is an option as long as I don't quit
although I never really tried
Sleeping, seems is was impossible
‘Cause even in my dreams
I am beautifully haunted
by your presence
I feel like there is nothing left to do
when all I do is feel
Crawl back
my heart starts to move
back into its hole
returning from a brief excursion to my sleeve
This isn't movement in any direction
This doesn't mean much
It's nothing at all, really
I feel like there is nothing left to do
when all I do is feel
Pointless
Questioning
Screaming
Yet I don't know what I want you to answer
I feel like there is nothing left to do
when all I do is feel
And all I can say is
I am here
Here
Hoping never to be a "was here"
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