Chrissy Horning Poems
|6.||What Does It Mean?||10/17/2012|
Blank pages of a disgruntled novel
Words scribbled with invisible ink.
A hollow echo of a muted scream
No collected thoughts left to think.
Beliefs shackled by the morality police
To a faceless crowd I make my stand.
Diffused energy and a weary soul
Depleted by the 'helping hand'.
Trudging through a recurring dream
Legs that don't run despite the pain.
Existence arrives to take attendance
A mouth that refuses to acknowledge my name.