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7/22/2016 1:45:48 PM

Terry Robinson
Posts: 49

Don't just dismiss me as unusual,
Spend a day inside my head.
Don't talk to me.
Sit in silence with me.

Your world isn't my world.
Sitting on the sofa is my world.
My tea, sat on its coaster,
is my world.

A dredge of voices
keeps me silent.
A fear of hearing torn words
stretches my understanding.

I am pregnant with inertia.
My birthing has no due date
and I experience no feelings of growth,
just a barren, desolate contour around me.

'Get out', you say.
'Meet others'.
'My mind gets out', I say.
'My mind has conversations'.

I am comfortable in smelling
only me. Tasting only my lips.
Touching only my body.
Belonging, only to me.

If my world is cold,
I can't feel it.
If my world is isolated,
I can touch it.

If it is bitter,
I can't taste it.
If it is noiseless,
I can hear it.
edited by trobbo44 on 7/22/2016
edited by trobbo44 on 7/23/2016

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