Locked in dismissal

lost in everyday besides today
and any reality outside my own
diving into silence, assuming they
would hate to hear me moan
if they do, they simply want known –
my undressed frailty.
locked beneath the compressed
knowledge of must do’s
can’t stand, can’t roll over,
can only squirm, approaching the exit
handle out of reach
can only gaze in hoping manner
that maybe another will know how
to grapple through my rejection
of their attempts
and cure me.

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