There's a voice in my head
Spitting reason.
I can't deny
A choice I've neglected.
Afraid to choose for
Myself.
There's a consequence
For every action,
But I'm still living with
The repercussions
Of yesterday.
If a picture is worth a thousand words,
Why are mine still left unspoken?
Indistinct chatter
Clouds my ears.
The frozen look of emptiness
Behind a forced smile
Hidden away among broken frames.
Minutes caught still in nothingness...
Because I guess I forgot
That time moves on.
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