I ponder of something
GREAT
My
LUNGS
Will Fill
And Then Deflate
They fill with
FIRE
EXHALE
Desire
I know it's
dire
my
TIME
TODAY
Sometimes quiet is
violent
VIOLENT
I find it hard to hide it
My PRIDE is no longer inside
It's on my
sleeve
My skin will
SCREAM
Reminding me of who I
Killed
Inside
My Dream
I
hate
this car that I'm driving
I am
FORCED
to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I COULD
PULL
THE

STEERING WEEL
I have these so often I ought
THOUGHTS
to replace
that slot
with what I once bought
Cause somebody
stole
my
CAR
RADIO