78–Home Free

let me leave just

get out

all my despair  judgments

clump together in a hair ball too big to

get out

horror thoughts

ride in and take me to hell

or some close by town

i run like crazy and then

just stand still in the shower till

i hear:

you are not any of that

nothing….

says anything about your value

like a bad dream all those years

of looking in this mirror

nothing

but a small cloud of dust

and then puff,

nothing

nothing

empty shell

nothing

home free

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