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.