Silent dread of
Dreadful silence
Fill it up with
Nothing noise
Mustn’t let your life
Be empty
Fill the void with
Worthless toys
Spend your time like
Selfish children
Must have this
And that
And those
Convince yourself that
These things matter
You’ll feel different
At the close
Spew your words out
Shout them loud
Yell them often
Scream them proud
Make them drown out
All your actions
Or lack thereof then
You’ll be proud
Let your life run
Through your fingers
Here and gone and
Left no trace
Close your eyes to
Needy others
Turn your back and
Hide your face
Let no other soul
Detain you
Detach yourself and
You’ll be free
Free and lonely
False and phony
It’s the only
Way to be
Free and wealthy
False and stealthy
It’s the healthy
Way to be
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