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Literature
Expectation Postponed How can I say it Silently screaming how I feel Openly out here in secret Where no noise has any appeal Just letting someone Just some nobody know Some random passerby Basking in their phone’s glow I am not okay I should preface this here, but no Just, too much change is stifling The knot in my throat also says so Along with the ache in my neck The trouble I have walking I have a weight in my chest And, yes, I have tried talking This constitutes a crossroads Where I can neither do nor die I have this agitation bubbling up Because no one can understand why Not with so much good happening Yes, a lot is great from this distance Adults not having a plan – We’re far off Not even on the path of least resistance Don’t worry about me much My faith is sturdy and intact No, it’s not that I’m in trouble (And trouble I would not enact) I’m just living out of a suitcase Some forced modern nomad Looking at a room that’s not mine Hearing a new silence that sounds
