Clearly

bySander Roscoe Wolff©

I don’t know what to say anymore.
The similes and metaphors have all left
And, in their place, this feeling.

How can I say it clearly?
I hurt. I fear. I doubt.
I know that my heart can heal
Once I tear away the overgrown defenses
But, can I face that pain?

I’m tired of cleverness and wit.
I don’t have time for it.
This moment may be my last.
I see the face of death
Smile at me.

I’d better learn to be happy fast.

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