Sometimes we don’t want to know

As if life were a game show

A crescendo a concert

Holding back the tide of hurt

Ignorance is bliss

And we dismiss

All the signs we were over

With no friendly takeover

Until all that’s left is pain and sorrow

That bleeds into tomorrow

Endless agony and hurt

Suffering trampling the dirt

Rain clouds inside my head

Creating such awful dread

Will we break through the impasse

Or forever remain in this crevasse

 

 

 

 

 

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