teddy bear

dragging behind a little bear
to bear a little more.
she will find you, soft and soon;
please give me room.
in crowded spaces, I will find
a space.

looking out I saw your face –
lost again.

its dirty, i need to bathe again.
hate bathing, so unappealing –
useless and obscene,
didatic dragging.
.
.
.
.
.
should i raise my hand,
and ask a question;
questioning authority, or just
your apathy.

my heart is pumping fast,
beating down my fear;
but demons come to rise again –
remind me of your tears.

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