In mourning

So, where is the light now that my batteries have failed?
What is to be heard now that my ears have dulled?
I am turning around, lost and confused,
The map has dissolved, the deluge unrelenting.
I have tried to speak,
I have tried to inspire,
I have tried to succeed,
I have tried and failed.
You, yes you,
You speak of the truth,
But you lie in spades,
Pretty, pretty words,
Filled with bile and bitterness.
So,
Where now?
If you have an answer,
Wake me from the sleep of the depressed..
But do it gently,
Sleep is the ultimate drug.




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