I'm pissed right now so I wrote some poetry. number 10 on VT I think:







Once Words Were Safe Enough







Once words were safe enough for me-



Mere sounds to catch an ear-



A way to leap,to soar, to hide, to hint-



A way to give but never quite enough.



The game was mine.



And if I lost, I gained the joy of pain,



And if I won, I gained the words of joy.







Oh damn! can I sompress the sense



Of what I am



Down tight enough to know myself?



And if I can't what will I do



With what I feel?







I know the game has changed



And so have I.



I know Inever can again



Paint pictures on the wall



And cleverly pretend the paint



Is theree by chance.







Those inner thoughts belong to those



Who love me.



And if I'm like a winter wind-



Both blustery and loud-



And chilling to the bone,



Perhaps I help the summer men



To seem much warmer than they are.











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