Goodbye


Tremors take ahold, as words remain untold.
Isolation becomes salvation as they ebb away.
Once again,
I cannot stay.
To speak is to remain silent,
As the whirlwind in my head grows too violent.
Thoughts take a toll at the attempt to gain control,
I'm sorry I cannot be there for you at all.
I try and try,
But my thoughts can only formulate one word.
"Goodbye".

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