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by Charles Carreon
For the
moment,
He screams at the top of his lungs
Just to stay awake,
Just to keep breathing,
To stay alive.
If the pain
were to stop now,
He would fall asleep,
He would die.
His dreams
are frightening,
Self-mutilation,
Murder, suicide, drowning.
His waking
life is crowded
With the needy approaching
from every side.
He's not
asking for a medal,
or recognition.
He's just screaming
To stay alive.
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