I’ve seen too much
sadness in my lifetime
So, I cannot just say stop…
I have walked away from the written
word too many times
to call myself a poet…
My dreams are fables
of uselessness, shame
of isolation…wanting
something from nothing.
Looking, seeing a child
coming home from school
with a backdrop of mountains,
Souls jumping from those mountains...
Frightened of walking out
the door…
Observing from afar…
participation in zero …
No whims or desires to act upon…
Just mumbling and internal torment…
Oh yes, oh yes…it is there…there
for no one to see…walking into
walls…that really do not exist.
--Dan Provost
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