[35] Impotent, Paul Kindlon


I didn’t do anything!
and yet I am exiled
An old unwanted
and white
that open wound
I want to do more than remember!
but I can not
because I may not
To ease the pain of crying out in anger
I am advised to
step on my throat
and soften my sentiment
as the whispered words on this page
keep going down

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