Hush

Poetry

Hush now; I said don’t say a word.

I’m going to trap you, and your only dream left is to be a bird.

Let’s skip the pleasantries; get straight to the point.

I don’t care if I hurt, main, take, or disappoint.

It is my nature; it is what I am.

I am depression, anxiety and dysfunction.

© Jane Isley

© Tressy Jane