It’s a long road home
Pock-marked
Twisted
A way
Away back
Let it sink
Down
And
Per-co-late
And still time
Still time was not
Did not
Wait
It marched on
Forcing my hand
I just wanted to put
Down
Put down my bag
And not walk again
I just wanted to put
Down
Put down my words
And not speak again
But still words
The words still
Tumbled out
Tumbled out
Garbled
Water-logged
I spoke without stopping
Into the noise without being heard.
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