there are no wild sirens around this time
"the boy is okay, the boy is fine*
he smiles and says "without a doubt"
but wonders what his life's about
the silence laughs at the welcoming proud
how did the emptiness get this loud ?
a porcelain face because you're "okay"
another empty, meaningless day
and you'd like to believe that you're really just fine
but the most tragic loss is the loss of your mind.
- z. gamieldien.
