What Can I Do But Listen?

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I’ve gone all black and gray; numb

The words they’ve repeated echo in my head

 

“Listen,

Obey,

Respect,

Listen,

Obey,

Respect,

There’s no place for repentance than with the one who created you,

And is this true,

Yes,

Yes, it is,

It’s always been true,

True at night,

True in the morning,

True,

True,

It’s true”

 

I’ve gone… numb

From listening

From listening to the sea

From drowning in everything everyone is saying

The words

Are telling me to listen, to obey, but what can I do?

What can I do?

What can I do but listen?