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scattering thoughts thrashing about

wail away as balefully as you may

I hold to my breast so cynically

my endless doubt

it's pointless to pander to any petty delay

still the voice of futile fear

and hold emotional stability's understanding hand

isn't it so terribly queer

that it is my inner strength I turn to for

solidity and  help to reprimand

I consider myself a profound personal writer

to a certain selfish degree

everything I do, feel, say and or write are all

in concern to me

my pain I mask at times so to fully expose

even when I close my eyes I am never in full repose

if you were to take my writing hand away

I would only be temporarily bereft

though I would recover from the great abject loss still with my well honed mind I would be left

I feel the stress from the constant need for this specific kind of self expression

the inability to get even the vaguest concept

adequately to the page

precludes unexplainable depression

perhaps, I should find another outlet

in which to channel and clear my hard and

impatient head

and not such an open field where such close knit

feelings can be so clearly read

I am walking a masochist's mental tightrope for all who care to bare witness

in a last minute ditch effort I conclude maybe this

is to be my final due penance............

(written May 6,1991)