The sounds misery.
Can you hear them.
The undying screaming in agony for single ounce of mercy.
Just one chance, just one more dance with the red queen.
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Another great line in this particular poem. What can you truly give when you are already among the blind. This piece was a little mystifying to me but intriguing all the same.
You can't move as it sucks all the energy the right from you. Your self importance become minuscule in the large scheme of things. Self awareness of best kind undefined sacrifices.. very fine poem with varied thoughts. thank u dear poet. tony