Teen Ink

   Walt, call my name.

Make your purpose clear.



She weighs too much for my being to bear

And binds my tongue with kite string

I struggle knowing analyzation is my personal analyzation.

She ignores and persists.



Walt, watch me thrive.

I will never close in.



My dim eyes follow along, listening.

Words that scream truth are but sweetly

murmured by her.



My insanity, woman, my tumor.

My sanctuary, Walt, my garden.