i speak with the voice
of the voiceless
heard by deafened ears
seen by the blind
my portrait painted by
quadriplegic artists
in comatose reality
i am a lession covered leper
in the broken heart club
the zero sum investment
the toothless lion
pariah of the pack
sinking like a stone
into the poisoned waters
the invisible man
awash in color
set free upon the seas
no vessel in which to sail
but this shattered body insignificant
be my name
sometimes the fineline seems such an unescapable reality, it is beyond frustration, depression or indignation
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