mute speak

January 1, 1990

it’s dark
lights out
empty thoughts fill my mind
life without meaning,
i begin to cry

what can i do
to leave my mark?
transpose my feelings onto paper
do others feel the way i do?

the power of verse,
so strong yet solemn
trigger different feelings in jane and joe
regardless of what they are
i am eager to hear
why jane is crying while joe begins to drink
jane is rising while
joe begins to sink

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