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The Damage Done

Forgo the misery
Misread
My words of choice
Shall not need this voice any longer
Without the chords found right in my throat
Rewrite silence in solitude’s simplicity
Remiss reasons gripping
Forgo the misery
Reload the chambers channeling a change
Drilling the wells to hold
Blood dripping
Drowning
Sorrow in solitude’s silence
With loves deliberate disregard
My choice of words
Broken in thirds
Thought
Shall not need this voice longer than any other
My regards to my misery
Misread
Embracing the journey ahead with great ease
A voice no longer
Sounding opinion, a stress - aloud
Ignored like the air that passes the lung
Mindless repetitive rule
Forgoing misery’s ease
Misread
Lonely
Lost in coals immersed reddish hue
Hardly portrayed as a prisoner of pride’s protest
Broken in thirds
My choice of words
And the damage done

(2004)

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