Looking down from above watching the conversation
words are heard
but not understood,
trust no one,
wanting to believe.
Sleepless nights deep in thought,
the abacus of the mind
can't add up all of the clues
questions go unanswered
piling up in the psyche
like so many skulls of a conquering despot
cranium bursting from the silent screaming.
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