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Screaming in Space

My mind is wired for order in a world of chaos

Making plans is as useless as screaming in space

I put out the call but no one listens

I wonder if I’ve ever known faith

I have thought myself a dreamer

What use has that brought me?

They say risk makes life worth living

But all I crave is the predictable

I know things could be worse

I know I’m acting like a spoiled child

But I struggle to find the energy to get back up

I see no worth in another try

This dark cloud brings no merit

My tongue speaks only death

My anxious bones carry their weight

Of old fantasies and broken hope

© Kate Kent 2014


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