tragedy

surrounded

listening

voices bouncing

from wall to wall

inside this strange rubber ball

through which I can almost see

if I could only somehow get myself

closer to that wall

so I could wipe it dry

of its clammy moistness

pain

tragedy

listen

instead of talk

forget about myself

for a while.

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