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Savage Laughter

There are three flies
staring at me.

From the outside of
the window looking in,
they don’t move.

They laugh. They know.
They know they can
and I can’t.

Now there are four.
I laugh. The fourth
one laughs. They told
number four.

Said that I can’t.

My hysterical laughter
fills the small room.

Not true. A smile with
no teeth turned into
hysterical laughter in
my head.

My laugh gets louder in

It is my season of can’t.

Can’t go.
Can’t stay.
Can’t sleep.
Can’t stay awake.
Can’t go forward.
Can’t go back.
And many more.

This season of can’t is
setting fire to my hopes,
my dreams, my life, so it

Fueled by days of must,
that begin and end in
the dark. No life at
either end.

Must do this because
doesn’t stop. Can’t.
Can’t you see?

“Waiting is water
for the soul.”

That’s what I told the
four before I laughed
with savage laughter.

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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