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How are you?
Are you feeling better?
Those are questions that vex me
They catch in my throat
like sobs
and sirens,
waiting to police the things I feel
How are you?
I am
I am not
What else do you want to hear ?
Do you ask to hear what you want not to hear?
Or to really hear me?
How are you?
Sigh
How am I?
Really?
I’m fighting day in and day out
Fighting to fight
to fight an unknown what if,
a problem I can’t speak of,
a problem I can’t identify,
spoken in whispers in my ears,
loud enough to hear
but not quite able to be made clear
Crazy or what?
Yes,
I’m fighting to fight…
Crazy?
What does crazy mean?
Am I stark mad,
slipping into a dark frame of mind,
or losing touch with reality,
all over, again.
to fight
an enigmatic ghost
a secret
that I tell anyone
Even
You
(two world’s colliding)
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