And so I wrote a poem..

[seafoamstar]

the caption on the newspaper
appeared to read that
north carolina is a great place to die
turns out it said to live instead
but i feel more in tune with my misreading
will i be trapped in this town
or within two hours of it
for the rest of my life?
the thought scares me senseless
and i know i have to get out
or else the bit of hope i have
will consequently be gone for good

and i can't talk when i need to
i can say everything but the few words
that mean the most of all
i cannot string together a sentence
when the significance of it overwhelms me
so i say nothing and do nothing
and get nowhere and am with no one

i wonder why i do this to myself
using stress to excuse away my courage