Song Without Words
The words keep me awake with their
constant begging to be written down.
I must give in or suffer with their
annoying repetition. Torture.
Restless at night.
Rhyming the wrong words.
Plural syllables.
Twin, mutation.
Unique experience in the fact I'm not a copy.
Ink absorbing sickness.
I hear in my mind all these words and its impossible to write them
all down on the paper that tears easily.
The lost ones disappear.
Unknown to you as they are to me.
Gone forever.
I feel guilty for my disease.
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