We are here, we are here, we are here!
Who wants to be ignored?
Who wants to spill their guts and be met with the snores of the disinterested masses?
Who wants to reach for help and get knocked back on their asses?
We are here, we are here, we are here!
Who wants a little more?
Who wants to not have to implore some poor friend-relative-stranger to dip their toes into the danger of caring even a little?
Who wants to stop whittling away at their lives and themselves and see with new eyes?
We are here, we are here, we are here!
Who– tell me now– who can show me how to know better than to write that last letter to anyone that might bother to read it?
Who can teach me not to need this?
Who can help me find that safe island in sanity that will save me from the inanity of putting one foot in front of the other straight off of another cliff?
We are here, we are here, we are here!
Who other than me?
Who other than I can force the belief that we are all here for a reason,
That life is lived in many seasons and maybe this is just the bitter winter?
Who else could present the case to reason and rhyme, or whatever it is that takes the time to decide whether or not I choose to resign from the office of living that I never ran for but have always tried to outrun?
We are here, we are here, we are here!
Who knows if death is to die for?
I am here, and this is all I have ever known;
While this world has never felt like a home to me I’ve grown my roots here and cannot leave without tearing free some connections that might be saving many things–
I might want to drink down poison but boys and girls that does not mean that the suffering ends there.
We are here, we are here, we are here!
Knock knock.
Someone’s at the door.
But who?
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I would say MattCSidd is at the door but he no longer comes here. Great user doe. Really liked knocking on doors. I reminisce…
Good, solid little poem here.