saved.

The flow in my head has 

Been interrupted

The voices in my ears have grown weary

My heart, a tired compulsion. 

The flow in my head has 

Been cut off

Abruptly 

The voices in my ears have

Taken to the dark

The urge and tears

Bring words I comprehend not.

Color has changed shades

And change is a flashing bandanna 

I would only take off to

Obscure the rest of my 

Identity, behind an opaque 

Curtain of a shallow

Everything. 

Then when a foghorn blows 

In the distance

So much 

Has happened

Is happening

Should be happening

For my words are fractured 

My chamber of insecurities

Been broken into,

And yet,

Flaming, gasping, reaching out,

I look for words.

It makes no sense,

Pranks,

And ‘arguments’,

And grudges,

And misunderstandings,

And short-comings,

And inabilities,

And obligations,

 And pain.

And hoping for them to see (not look),

And give (not say)

And speak (not scream)

And live (not hurt).