Friday, December 8, 2017

Everyday

the water dripping from a tap
the clocks ticking in the hall
talking codes to each other
in the jittery alien drawl

there is a song in this silence 
a melody crushed and bruised 
by the repetition ad-infinitum
never heard, yet over used

some talk of angels and mermaids
drowning just to hear their songs
some are stuck in their own heads
sifting rights from the wrongs

there is no pride in acceptance 
of what is and what's meant to be 
for who knows of tomorrow 
or if we'll still be here to see

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