Please Permit Me To…

Life keeps adding lines,
It’s like that I guess,
Summer’s fading fast
And winter’s dancing in my head.

Doors are always closing
And here I am inside,
This isn’t who I was
And yet I’m standing by.

The mirror’s facing forward
But my image I see through,
Around this dusty room of self
Are people I once knew.

Shadows, always shadows
And ghosts of conversations
Blurring around the edges
Until they just
Vanish
Gone

Who?

And now everything is different
And nothing means the same,
Thumbing through torn pages
I find myself insane.

So please will you permit me…
I’m so sorry if I seem…
But in this chaos of my mind
I
Really
Need
To
SCREAM!

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