Night Murmurs

Over spilling with neglect, wrapped in white gold

Mistaken for a fool who’s heart has been sold

Crying not for the situation but for the moral of the tale

No one knows the woes under that veil

Keeping secrets of the mind from the lips that can’t win

Giving up is giving in and by then it’s become a sin

Screaming for help not once or twice but three

Explaining the vision to those who can’t see

Good turns to great then to hate and sorry and wait

Encouraging a breakthrough moment before it’s all too late

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