(soft lapping of water on a beach)

2006-04-25 at 22:19 (poetry)

waves of despair wash over me
a despondency i never knew.
when things are so broken
it’s hard to know what to fix.

what i say never sticks,
preaching to an empty crowd.
when i voice my thoughts aloud,
i get cut off before i even begin.

it must be true, then, that all change comes from within.

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