The pain
Dulls the mind
In a heavy
Senseless way
It pulls down
All feeling
Into a grey mush
Like a bottle
A lock without a key
The misted blue pebble
Bouncing around
A noisy
Clattering sound
Like a pin
Loud as a pot’s bang
With each clang
A pang
Of spoiling
The human voice
It hurts
In its grating way
We were meant to be silent
Classical music
Strengthens the mind
A place
Without words
A euphony
Is how this world
Should be

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