No Solace In Your Eyes

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How can I write
with this hole in my stomach,
how can I think
with this worm in my brain?
How can I see
with my eyes tightly closed,
when the sun doesn't shine,
when the clouds are all stained?
And the sky seems bruised
with emotions
that pour out of me,
and we all feel so used,
and it's not our fault,
not our fault
that we don't know
what to do.

How can I sing
when my voice starts to crack,
how can I love
when I'm under attack?
How can I breathe
with these iron bands
that are crushing my lungs
and trapping my hands?
There aren't any steps
to this dance
that I don't already know,
there are no gestures,
no motions
that I haven't
already been through.

Where's the novelty,
where's the new life,
where's the new day,
how do we start over again?
How do we seize without crushing,
how do we hold on loosely enough,
how should we go about
what we've never been taught,
and can't understand?

Who can convince us
that we aren't alone?