Sometimes I feel like a storm
isolated and cold
yet oddly warm
Like I'm going to explode
like I need a hand to hold
a body to weigh me down
Lying facedown on the boulevard
like a corpse
ants crawling up my legs
but I don't dare move
my sadness stills me
I am a statue of melancholy
An artwork of misery
someone needs to bury me
I can make a wall very pretty
I can make a man very happy
I could
I could
I could
Written July 2016
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