The sound of only one voice shakes me.
I listen to hear him speak,
it relaxes my heart and it beats to his resolve.
No aim at the hurt inside of a person does he aim,
yet, he is able to ask the question,
it makes them feel at home.
The interest in such a mind of intellect,
brings out the urge to live you see.
I am dying of disregard.
Of every person that says,
"I don't care"
or worse, "Get over it."
Although it sounds indifferent
it is this very word that describes what is happening.
Mother Nature is taking control, not I.
I was 32 years old the first time,
I barely survived.
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