my mind is a chaotic mess of images and words
slowly slicing my reality layer by layer
movement drives trepidation into my spine
heightens my anxiety to a toxic level
If I don't move, just remain still
but I don't control my actions
I gutted another "friend"
their Blood drying on my hands
tears of frustration on my face
I'd scream if I had the strength
but only silence escaped my lips
I Hung my head in sorrow
I wasn't still enough
another person is dead
Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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