Sam Says

- jan-u-wine
Sam says
tomorrow
will be
better.
 
Sam says
tomorrow
I will not
remember
so much.
 
Sam does not know.
 
He says
that
if only
I try,
I will see
the sun again
like
I did before....
 
if only I try,
I will not
love the night
for all its cloaked,
close
darkness
 
He thinks
Home
will heal me...
 
that
I will be safe
there
 
and
 
happy.
 
Oh,  Sam.
 
How much you
have borne
for me
 
and how
I know I
disappoint
you.
 
There is nothing
but silence
inside me,
 
and,
Sam,

I
need
the darkness  .....
 
Sam,
I

want

it.
 
 
It feels
like
there is something
about me,
then,

something covering me,
something holding me,

somewhere
for me to
be
where
there isn't anything
seeking
me.

 
No, Sam,
I am not safe.
 
I am not safe
at all.

No matter
what
you may say.