Frustration mauls the stark black sky
Poets angry and start to cry
Confusion and impotence berate the mind
Powerful are the feelings of this kind
Images blur and pervert the eyes
Shadows whisper, and darkness crawls
Awaken new to empty halls
Silence breaks the midnight hour
fleeing the crowded halls of my vacant mind
searching for something I will not find
A scream escapes my open mouth
reactions gone and silence heavy
the only echo is that damn frustration
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