I'm going mad, I say
the everlasting tedium of my days
the endless unappreciated work
the platitudes of daily life
strangle as if iron bars
I shout 'n' shout
in rage
in pain
yet
fail to shatter
the glassy calm mirror like
the placidity of loneliness
the utter deafness
all around
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