Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #80

I Want A Room
by Belinda Roddie

I want a room where I can scream and hear
the echoes of my own voice bring me slim
remnants of subtext within my whimsies
and ramblings, and the vents provide me a
way to vent. And behind the glass, someone
puts a headset to her ear and listens.
No, she won't give advice. She won't try to
enlighten me with remedies. She won't
intend to ease the anxiety I
feel daily. She will simply listen to
each word I release from my clinging tongue
into the air, accompanied by breath.
I won't run out of words. I won't run out.
To run out of words is something I doubt.

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