Conversational silence
My quiet words
fall on you
like leaves
onto
the scales of a stream.
Yours
like ink blots
sink in;
sad,
sad thoughts.
Compartmentalized
feelings
I can't own.
Conquered I -
by the lonely.
Solitude is far
beneath tall trees.
Here,
only this;
the box I’m in-
shrinking
slowly;
choking me, within.
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