It is almost like a great relief
Being in the eye of the storm
Before it was would or could
But too many signs
Too many notices
Just pacified, played or fooled
In making me stay watching
When they knew
I hadn’t disappeared
But maybe they always knew
The slow daily torture
With never a hope
That’s all it really is and was
So why worry
They really don’t care
Only one ending for
-Jennie Nawrocki