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