here by choice
not forced, nor coerced
within a blustery forest of trees
in a lingering corner
in overstated repose
in self-doubt’s deep end
a sheen on my skin
withered, parched taste
widened, darting eyes
what am I to say?
what am I to contribute
to the room’s general knowledge
I am of, have worth
talk to me, see me
my ego begs, wants
my heart races
my thoughts flee
as
the volume swells
the room breathes
I asphyxiate…
…and leave
© 2013 by DC Lessoway
