A Colossal
despair hits
scheming
and plotting
age
catches up to me
My muse is
my past
while
future falls flat
I shout at
rooftops
Shout of
my gloom
Till I am
husky and hoarse
But that
is all in my mind.
shut deep
within
no one is
privy to my misery
It is my
own anguish
taken with
me to the grave
No
transference availed.
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