Crowded Mouth
Crowded is this space becoming void of any room
Slowly step right then left heading towards doom
The evil laugh the witches craft flying on her broom
Behind the lines standing time waiting hours I assume
Inch by inch to gain a pinch that's borrowed in my head
Scratch and sniff no difference closed eyes turning red
Laugh and grin the joke within forgetting the daily bread
Shout it out a voice with doubt confidence is what is shed
Internal fight day and night debating yet all alone
Hit and miss clenching fists hearing the deaf of tone
Wide eyed sleep denied graveyard shifts of buried bone
Crowded mouth no sound comes out 911 without a phone
bmdavey@2/7/19
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2019
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