Wish
you could turn off
the questions, turnyou could turn off
off the voices,
turn off all sound.
Yearn
the ugliness, close
out the filthiness,
close out all light.
Long
to cast away
away memory,
cast away jeopardy.
Pray
you could somehow stop
stop the loathing,
somehow stop the agony.
But, i wont act on impulse.