Alienation

by Leah L. Cole

I pick up my pen but nothing
Comes out except Pink Floyd lyrics
Roger Waters in place of the words
I try to decipher the muttering
Voices in my head.
They chitter guttural sounds
Which used to be words, now
Devolved to wispy incoherence.
And I am afraid to write.
What if it is tripe?
What if no one cares?
What if the wrong people read it
And get into my head?
And what if the right people read it
And miss my point completely?


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