The Captain

Are the words trapped with your croaking voice?
Lost under gasping breath.
Do they sit on your tongue?
Do they watch the last of your days
From behind your greying eyes?
Are they the words that hang on every second,
Every minute you have left?
The words we all pray you dont want to say
when you open your mouth
only for no sound to come out.
Please don’t let it be
that what you scream when
you look quietly at me
Is “im scared.”

(February 2014)

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