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You say I hold no power
And that I make no sense.
These words hit home,
I feel alone,
And truth be told, I wince.

You dig out my soul
It’s black like coal
The color is a lie,
(Like secondhand smoke)
And again I must ask “Why?”

Why do I write these words
That breathe out all my fears?
And why can’t I be numb again
And hold back mental tears?
I was so numb for years…

This rhyming scheme is scattered
Like thoughts pulled from my heart
Except those
Like arrows
All
Find their way towards a target…
And therein lies your art.

I’m sure this poem makes no sense
But that’s just who I am,
Still nonsense always finds its end
And to that I say:
Frankly, my dear
I DO give a damn.