The walls are ringing with words I’ll never say
Simply because I don’t have the time, patience, or energy
To let myself fall down again.
Down with the anguished cries in the night over silly things
And not so silly things
Down with the pain so deep it resurfaces only sometimes
Then again, sometimes can take turns with always
Down with the stream of tears so salty they soak my face, my shirt, the pillow
Down with the beauty and compassion the walls are dying to share
The glory and light and wonderment and joy and glee and perfect happiness
Lovely as the moon; not flawless, but perfect
Down with the heartache of a million causes
Down with the heartache of one cause
As I’ve said before, I have no time, patience, or energy
Not for this, not now
And hopefully, not ever.