Drowning In Misery
You think you know.
Where it is I want to go.
You think you know me.
What I want and what I see.
You think you hear.
What it is I fear.
You think you hear me.
How I would love to be free.
You think you feel.
The pain I have that is real.
You think you feel me.
You have no idea, don’t you see?
You try to touch.
The real me I don’t entrust.
You try to touch me.
I won’t get close to be free.
You think you smell.
All that happened when I fell.
You think you smell me.
On this point I don’t agree.
You think you see.
You don’t see how it can be.
You think you see me.
Bent and paralyzed. What’s to see?
You want to care.
It is more than I can bare.
You want to care for me.
I can’t stop you. Can’t you see?
—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)