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 . . .