hey
did you happen to wonder
what silences a poet?
physical ailments
complicated entanglements
harsh realities
too many maladies?
sometimes the world
gets too big
and the voice
becomes too small
against it
and what's within
it never seems to measure up
deep breaths
long walks
short talks
denial
never seem to help
as much as patient paper
or the blinking cursor
i shall try
once a month
to dare to feel
how i really am
and understand
why the end
seems so near
(no fear)
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