Song of Happiness IV
I must shed this skin of scorn
Tear free this garment of
isolation
the wordless tongue idles in its spittle
the soundless struggles of my
solitude
Scratched and raw from this journey
the sloughed skin leaves its scabs
exposed
Wrench this insanity from my mind
spill these foul seeds , ungrown and
vulnerable
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