I wish that I could not cry
but I am not afraid
enough to stop this
torrent of tears
bleeding as it were
from eyes that
have seen too much.
I wish I could not laugh
because I cannot stand
to be merry
in the midst of this
dearth, this evil
that abounds
in the sound
of my hearing.
I wish that I could not speak
and tell the tales
of woe and misery
that complete my
existence that
no one loved
or cared to see.
Jim Hime @2014
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