Another
So sick of my voice, my existential "ball and chain"
In it's resonance resides a maddening frequency
I might only describe as pain
In fact.... i'm wincing right now
As words reverberate, in my wrinkled brain
Having only a weak conscience to wrestle with
So i turn them loose, with no hope of gain
Would my want, for the voice of another
Keep me searching, forever....in vain?
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