A compulsion to write, for no discernible reason.
So much to express, yet no one to share with.
Anymore,
perhaps ever again.
Simple words, lost in whatever passes for the real.
Just echoes which have lost their meaning, as each moment passing
weakens their volume and power since the creation.
Long ago,
maybe heard way back when.
Emotions too overwhelming, forcing consciousness.
No desires to fight for, all need removed.
Wanting the reasons to become clear.
Change for the sake of no one knows what,
so the pain will go away.
But who was listening?
Possibly someone who can reply.
Steve B 06/08
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