
Interred
It feels like no air
Seen, seeing
But not heard
They poke and prod
Take blood, ask questions
Committed
Noncommittal
Want out, want gone
But where to next?
This place, unsafe
But safe, afraid
The damage done
Would be permanent
The concrete solution
To the temporary problem
But where to next?
Can’t just go back
Here to help my mental health
Here to move forward
Here to increase my knowledge
Here to interrupt
My ice cream is not gelato
But what is it
An interruption, that goes otherwise,
Seamless, yet,
Fractured
Not a parade of ticker tape
A parade of red tape
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Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
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