Like a fox

The so-called
Mentally ill
They sometimes say
Stop
Their meds
Because they miss the
Voices
It is much too quiet to be
Alone, here
Me - no way
But now that I think about it
As a younger man
So many dreams
Like voices that often cluttered
I do miss them
Old friends I fondly knew
Who died
Much too soon

dg

3/22/11

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