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“We’re just trying to help

You need to share your feelings”

The echo and this memory combine

Each step pounds it in further

Somehow giving it more meaning.

I look up at the road getting closer

Beside it are bearers of fall color

Yellow, orange, red line my path

I feel like this was meant for me

And it will stretch on as long as I need it

They’re convinced there needs to be a reason

Try to drag me down as they suffer through the season

They tear me apart, scattering

My emotions in a mad rush

Then become angry when I don’t open up

They speak their mind, not realizing

That their words are terrorizing

I can only get away for an hour each day

Otherwise, “I’ll be all burnt out by May”

I block out false assumptions as best I can

I replace what i feel with my road, my colors

They always sit there waiting,

No matter what season

Or for what reason

They know not of success or failure

But undying love for the never-ending

The feeling that stays through anything,

And everything.



From inside a cell that I know nothing about

I slide this as a note under the door

Taking the risk that I will someday find out

The only thing eternal is this war.