Do not mind me, I just want to scream
loud as can be, until there is no more breath left in me
until my vocal cords screech and crack and bleed
until my eyes water, nose runs, and I collapse in need
this release should be therapeutic, cathartic to say the least
I envisioned my life much better than this, even held it, while brief
feeling like all visitors are for a season, falling just as fast as a leaf
barely lasting until the next one occurs, gone before the rain turns to sleet
it is really hail that I feel on my back, beating me down, knees getting weak
in so much pain, I am silent, like the child that is hurt, unable to scream
hoping to release it with that next gasp of air, yet unable to retrieve
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