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Francie Lynch Feb 14
There was once a time of quietude.
If I said something;
Showed you something,
Or did something; and,
If it was warm and loving,
Interesting or whimsial,
Controversial or agreeable,
You might nod, shake your head,
Sigh,
Maybe gesture with a hand-
Yes or No or Maybe.

I'm reading.
There's too  much noise.
Some friends, many strangers,
Laughing... loudly...
Out loud;
Smiling, hugging, liking, Wowing, loving, tsking. crying...
So much emotion.
I can hear them.

Not long ago,
But mostly gone,
Like silent films
It was quiet.
LOL WOW *** :)
Hours later I open my eyes
It's the same dark shed again and I can't stand it!
I burst out the door hoping the monsters are dead,
I find out it's all in my head
Fall to my knees and cry,
I have no idea why,
But I feel like I'm about to die
For a moment or two, and then it's through
Or so I tell myself, but it ain't true
And I have no idea what I'm tryin' to prove
As I force myself to move
But I stand on up and give a thumbs up
Even though I feel my knees start to buckle,
I just give a little chuckle
And I say, "I'll be fine."
Then I cry, alone starting to feel like stone again
I just want to feel at home again

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