Whispers quiet in the night
With lights flickering
Fights, bickering
Kicking in the door to hearts that stopped
Beating to similar drummers
Endless summers I wonder about
Droughts of the amorous type
A dried up well with no end in sight
No mends for this plight
Bleeding from wounds inflicted on the afflicted
Affected by one who is infected
With a lack of love
An abundance of malice
Wishing for a palace but residing in an internal
shack
Help to open my eyes
Alert my ears
Awaken my heart
Hear my words
Before my voice fades into the sunset over
troubled waters
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