“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?" the housewife frets.
“Dishes drying, laundry drowning, cats are cats!”
What the hell!”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the woman sighs.
“Years pile up, and then you die.”
What the hell?”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the female yells.
“You’re human, after all, you’re done.
What the hell…”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the little girl squeaks.
“Bothering my young life!
What the hell!”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the infant felt.
“Wishes redream in every womb deep.
Heaven is hell?”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the dead one said.
“Years will go by, and then you’ll fly!
Heaven is hell.”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the energy spoke.
“You’re divine, after all, you’ve won!
Heaven is hell…”

“Do you have to keep talking
To yourself?” the ending cried.
“Smothering my beginning life.
Heaven is hell.”

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/8/07