I want to run through splintered glass

and bleed out all this pain

I want to scream into the wind

until my lungs run out of air

I want to strike a match against my soul

to see if it still sparks

I want to rampage against time

and change our circumstance

but I can’t.

~TM 2012

*In Celebration and Recognition of National Poetry Month!


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