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Talk to Me

You tell me to talk,
But what I have to say,
Nobody wants to admit.

There’s no taking it back
Once it tumbles out.
The feelings and thoughts
That normal people don’t traffic in.

So much desperation
Driven by a certainty
That the rollercoaster only goes down.
It’s not just gravity at work here.
Depression has a momentum all its own.
A unique path to a singular destination.

So I keep quiet
And look on as the shadows tick
Down to darkness.
Always night-with all the ways
To break yourself into irreparable pieces.
Can talking fix this?

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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