I . . .

I can't. I can't. I just can not.
I won't.
I don't.
I try but can't.
I rant.
I speak aloud so proud. 
I seek.
I find.
I hide . . . alone now.

I bite.

I spit.

I roll my eyes.

I clench my fist

I hum . . . 

silent rides.

I shun.

a gun - I handled with care.

I blast off pain!

I ache.

I stared.

I spat out blood

I ran.

I thought:

I'm rare.

I care.

so then . . . I stopped.

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I can't.

I can't.

I can't calm down.

I say.

I wait.

I fall far down.

I'm stuck.

I see.
I 'stick to my guns.'
I sit in the dirt.
but no sticks, no stones.

I try. 

I wash.
I release what I feel.
I dance. 
I sleep.
I can't.
I'm still.
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I love.
I loved.
I love even more.
I wonder?
I worry,
foresee all turmoil.

I can't.
I don't.
I am not well.
at all
I stall
I wed the red:
STOP!
Talk!
Communicate!
Listen . . . to love
I listen.
I faint. 

I'm close.
so close.
I fight, cause pain.
I leave the lust
of May seasoned rains.

I try.
I get lost.
I help.
I waver.
I wave: Move away!
move past,
move on . . . 
each person,
each problem,
each need,
each wrong.
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I wake.
I'm awake.
Day 1 out of 7.
Again with the wind
our hearts reach for heaven.

I know not how-

move forward? no luck.

I'm stuck again?

I can't.

I cuss.