A favorite place the expectation of solitude but not today They are thinking so loudly Don’t they know the unwritten rule of silence? Older man: I woke up next to my cold, dead wife Child: I want to read good Young Woman: What I would give to not be barren! Teenage Boy: Why do I have feelings for him? Elderly Woman: The money won’t buy me time I want to tell them although pain runs deep it reminds us that we are still alive Surviving Instead I hear myself say nothing My attempted escape from reality was elusive Maybe tomorrow . . .