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  • Tim Jobson


Feel too much.

Express too little.

Outside I shush.

Inside I scream.

Begging to be heard.

Anger is amplified.

Hatred is humming.

Danger is dampened.

Compassion is compressed.

Scurried feelings

screams my stereo.

A hushed confession of love.

An unwillingness to say

"please, don't go."

But my soul's subwoofer

senses no pride, nor fear.

For my singing speaker.

Screams my truth.

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