The Wound

 there’s a wound alone

in plain sight of all his classmates

to no one will his time hesitate

among others congregates

no more

there’s a wound about

of no one is certain always doubt

with no answer there’s no clout

everyone is poison to be spit out

another chore

there’s a wound ahead

in familiar hole nausea abounds

the circus chased out of town

each face is funny with frown

the heart and her knife

the divorce before the wife

the ruthless at bay

leaving nothing to say 

everyone hear

include every fear

telling them all

everyone you call

a torture to feel

take what you can steal

my time has come

with never no one

run towards the light

give into no fight

had never no one

soon will be done

suicide

too easy with pride 

too painful to watch

no wrist for the clock

a clown with no laugh

a no neck giraffe 

soon cold to the touch

never enough too much

you can’t abandon

what no one wants

you’re free to go

you kill who you taunt 

never goodbye

too hard to try

someone is happy

but not I 

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