Windup toy
I’m a broken windup toy
That sings no more;
Any voice I had now crushed
Beneath the voices calling more and more
And more around me.
I feel sorrow and anguish
Confusion and loss,
And an apathy that shocks even me with its disparity.
I seek, I seek and every door is shut
And every gate barred;
And one by one they close with a silence so deadening
It shrieks in my songless heart.
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