Honest Abe

heart sinks.

ears hot.

eyes wander.

and hands fiddle.

Don't think or else it becomes real.

Hold back.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

no response.

your actions are real,

your thoughts are not.

you attempt to persuade

you've dug your

own

grave

So Silence.

You.

Were.

Caught.

This poem is about: 
Me

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