Fri, 06/19/2015 - 20:32 -- k8carr

I can't reach her

The door is locked

My hand shakes.


A distinct lack of questions.

No hows or whys,

Just certainty


I can hear her

But she's busy.

She doesn't realize I'm scared.


An absence of reponse,

No "just a minute"-s

Just ignorance


I can't call out

A lump rises in my throat

I take out my retainers but the lisp persists


A lapse in logic

No explanation handy

Just odd vents


Yet they remain vivid.


This poem is about: 
My family


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